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I see therefore to shape my death
She cruelly is prest;
My dayes been at the best.
O Cupide, graunt this my request,
And do not stoppe thine eares ; That she may feele within her brest
The paines of my dispaires :
Of Corin who' is carelesle,
That she may crave her fee: As I have done in great distresse,
That loved her faithfully,
But since that I shal die her slave;
Her slave, and eke her thrall:
This chaunce that is befall,
" Here lieth unhappy Harpalus
By cruell love now flaine: “ Whom Phylida unjustly thus “ Hath murdred with disdaine.”
ROBIN AND M A K Y N E.
AN ANCIENT Scottish PASTORAL.'.
The palm of pastoral poesy is here contested by a cotemporary writer with the author of the foregoing. The critics will judge of their respective merits; but must make fome allowance for the preceding ballad, which is given simply, as it stands in the old editions: whereas this, which follows, has been revised and amended throughout by ALLAN RAMSEY, from whose EVER-Green, Vol. I.
is here chiefly printed. The curious Reader may
it with the more original copy, printed among
« Ancient Scottish “ Poems, from the MS. of George Bannatyne, 1568, Edinb. 1770, 12mo.
Mr. Robert HENRYSON (to whom we are indebted for this Poem) appears to so much advanlage among the writers of eclogue, that we are forry we can give little other account of him besides what is contained in the following eloge, written by W. Dunbar, a Scottish poet, who lived about the middle of the 16th century:
“ In Dumferling, he Death] hath tane Broun,
“ With gude Mr, Robert Henryfon.” Indeed some fittle further inhght into the history of this Scottish bard is gained from the title prefixed to some of his poems preserved in the British Museum; viz. "The morall * Fabillis of Efop compylit be Maister ROBERT Henri“SOUN, SCOLMAISTER of Dumfermling, 1571." Harleian MSS. 3865. $1.
In Ramsay's EVERGREEN, Vol. I. whence the above distich is extracted, are preserved two other little Doric pieces by Henryson; the one intitled The LYON AND THE MOUSE; the other, THE GARMENT OF GUDE LADYIS. Some other of his Poems may be seen in the “ Ancient Scottish Poems * printed from Bannatyne's MS." above referred to.
OBIN fat on the gude grene hill,
Keipand a flock of fie,
" o Robin rew on me:
« Thir towmonds twa or thre;
6 Doubtless but dreid Ill die."
Robin replied, Now by the rude,
Naithing of luve I knaw,
Lo quhair they raik on raw.
Thou Makyne to me fchaw;
Fain wald I leir that law.
“ The law of luve gin thou wald leir,
66 Tak thair an A, B, C;
• Wyse, hardy, kind and frie,
Quhat dule in dern thou drie;
Ver. 19. Bannatyne's MS. reads as above, heynd, not keynd, as in şbe Edinb. edit. 1770. Ver. 21. So that no danger. Bannatyne's MS.
Robin, he answert her againe,
I wat not quhat is love ; But I haif marvel in certaine
Quhat makes thee thus wanrufe.
My sheep gais hail abuve;
They' wald us baith repruve.
“ Robin, tak tent, unto my tale,
6 And wirk all as I reid; " And thou fall haif my heart all hale, “ Eik and
maiden-heid : “ Sep God, he fendis bute for bale,
“ And for murning remeid, " I'dern with thee bot gif I dale,
“ Doubtless I am but deid."
Makyne, to-morn be this ilk tyde,
will meit me heir,
Qlihyle we have liggd full neir;
Frae thay begin to fteir,
Then Makyne mak gude cheir,
“ Robin, thou reivs me of my rest;
“ I luve bot thee alane." Makyne, adieu! the sun goes west,
The day is neir-hand gane.
“Robin, in dule I am so drest,
bane." Makyn, gae luve quhair-eir ye lift,
For leman I luid nane.
“Robin, I stand in fic a style,
“ I sich and that full fair."
At hame I wish I were.
" Gif thou will do nae mair."
For hameward I will fare.
Syne Robin on his ways he went,
As light as leif on tree;
Scho trow'd him neir to see.
may thou fing, for I am fhent !
i Makyne went hame withouten fail,
And weirylie could weip;
Affeinblir all his Theip.
Out-throw his heart could creip;
And till her tuke gude keip.