I spred my plumes, as wantons doe, At last my name in court did ring Yet Mistress Blague, a neighbour neare, To be beloved of a king.' By her persuasions I was led, For to defile my marriage-bed, And wronge my wedded husband Shore, 35 before. In heart and mind I did rejoyce, From city then to court I went, When I was thus advanc'd on highe 40 45 No friende I had but in short time His bed, though wronged by a king, He could not live to see his name Long time I lived in the courte, But when I frown'd my prince grewe sad. But yet a gentle minde I bore To helplesse people, that were poore; 50 55 60 65 And sav'd their lives condemnd to dye. I still had ruth on widowes tears, I succour'd babes of tender yeares; And never look'd for other gaine But love and thankes for all my paine. At last my royall king did dye, And then my dayes of woe grew nighe; 70 75 I then was punisht for my sin, Yea, every one that was his friend, Then for my lewd and wanton life, That made a strumpet of a wife, did in Lombard-street, I penance In shamefull manner in a sheet. 80 Where many thousands did me viewe, 85 Who late in court my credit knewe; Which made the teares run down my face, Not thus content, they took from mee My goodes, my livings, and my fee, 90 And charg'd that none should me relieve, Then unto Mrs. Blague I went, To whom my jewels I had sent, In hope therebye to ease my want, When riches fail'd, and love grew scant: But she denyed to me the same 95 When in my need for them I came; Out of her doores shee did me shove. 100 So love did vanish with my state, But yet one friend among the rest, For which, by lawe, it was decreed Then those to whom I had done good, My gowns beset with pearl and gold, Thus was I scorn'd of maid and wife, I could not get one bit of bread, Thus, weary of my life, at lengthe Where carrion dogs did much frequent: 105 110 115 120 125 130 The which now since my dying daye, You wanton wives, that fall to lust, you assur'd that God is just; Nor pride unpunish'd in this land. If God to me such shame did bring, You husbands, match not but for love, Then, maids and wives, in time amend, 135 140 145 XXVII. CORYDON'S DOLEFUL KNELL. This simple little elegy is given, with some corrections, from two copies, one of which is in 'The golden garland of princely delights.' The burthen of the song, Ding Dong,' &c. is at present appropriated to burlesque subjects, and therefore may excite only ludicrous ideas in a modern reader; but in the time of our poet it usually accompanied the most solemn 1 But it had this name long before; being so called from its being a common sewer (vulgarly shore) or drain. See Stow. |