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Thy clownish fhape a coined thew.

But wherefore dost thou weepe? 'The shepheard wept, and the was woe,

And both doe filence keepe.


“ In troth, quoth he, I am not such,

" As seeming I professe : 66 But then for her, and now for thee,

“ I from myselfe digreffe.


“ Her loved I (wretch that I am

66 A recreant to be) 66 I loved her, that hated love,

6 But now I die for thee.


6 At Kirkland is my fathers court,

6 And Curan is my name, 66 In Edels court sometimes in pompe,

66 Till love countrould the fame :

“ But now-what now?-_deare heart, how now? 66 What ailest thou to weepe ?"

280 The damfell wept, and he was woe,

And both did silence keepe.

I graunt, quoth me, it was too much

did love so much :
But whom your former could not move,

Your second love doth touch,



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They sweetly surfeiting in joy,

And silent for a space,
When as the extasie had end,

Did tenderly imbrace;
And for their wedding, and their with

Got fitting time and place.


Not England (for of Hengist then

Was named so this land)
Then Curan had an hardier knight;

His force could none withstand:
Whose Meep-hooke laid apart, he then

Had higher things in hand,


First, making knowne his law full claime

In Argentile her right,
He warr'd in Diria , and he wonne

Bernicia * too in fight:


And fo from trecherous Edel tooke

At once his life and crowne,
And of Northumberland was king,
Long raigning in renowne.

* Sol11912 uitleerd.

* * During

* * During the Saxon heptarchy, the kingdom of Northumberland (con/ising of o northern counties, besides part of Scotland) was for a long time divided into trou lefjer so vereiguties, viz. Deira (called here Diria) which contained the southern parts, and Bernicia, comprehending those which lay ndith.


Only the three first stanzas of this song are ancient; these are exti acted from a small quarto MS. in the Editor's pof. Jeflion, written in the time of 2. Elizabeth. As they seemed to want application, this has been attempted by a modern band.

TORIN, most unhappie swaine,

Whither wilt thou drive thy flocke?
Little foode is on the plaine ;

Full of danger is the rocke :

Wolfes and beares doe kepe the woodes;

Forests tangled are with brakes :
Meadowes subject are to floodes ;

Moores are full of miry lakes.



Yet to shun all plaine, and hill,

Forest, moore, and meadow-ground,
Hunger will as surely kill :

then reliefe be found ?

Such is hapless Corins fate :

Since my waywarde love begunne, Equall doubts begett debate

What to seeke, and what to shunne.


Spare to speke, and spare to speed;

Yet to speke will move disdaine : If I see her not I bleed,

Yet her fight augments my paine.




Corin doe?
Tell me, shepherdes, quicklye tell ;
For to linger thus in woe

Is the lover's sharpest hell.




Though so many vulgar err«rs have prevailed concerning this celebrated courtezan, no character in history has been more perfectly handed down to us. We bave her portrait drawn by two masierly pens; the one has delineated the features of her person. the other those of her charafler and story. Sir Ihomas Vore drezy from the life, and Drayton has copied an original picture of ber. The reader will pardon the length of the quotations, as they serve to correct many popular mistakes relating to her catastrophe. The first is froin Sir Thomas More's hifiory of Rich. III. auritien in 1513, about thirty years after the death of Edw. IV.

Now then by and by, as it ever for anger, not for cove

tise, the protector sent into the house of Shores wife (for her husband dwelled not with her) and spoiled her of al that

ever she had, (above the value of 2 or 3 thousand marks) and sent her body to prison. And when he had a while laide

unto her, for the maner Jake, that she went about to bewitch him, and that she was of counsel with the lord chamberlein

to defroy him: in conclufion when that no colour could fal

ten upon these matters, then he layd heinously to her charge " the thing that herfelfe could not deny, that al the world wijt

was true, and that natheles every ma: laughed at to here " it then fo jodainly fo highly taken,--that be was naught " of ber body. And for thys cause (as a goodly continent

prince, clene and faurlif: of himself, sent oute of heaven into " this vicious world for the amendment of mens maners) be "caufed the bishop of London to put her to open pennance, go

ing before the crade in procession upon a fonday with a taper

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