Railed about and so with treeìs set Was all the place, and hawthorn hedges knet, That life was none (a) walking there forby That might within scarce any wight espy. XIV. And on the smallè greenè twistis sat XV. Worshippe, O ye that lovers bene, this may! Come summer come, the sweet season and sun; * * * * * And therewith cast I down mine eye again, For which sudden abate1anon astert 2 4 Of her array the form gif3 I shall write, XXIX. About her neck, white as the fyr amaille", That as a spark of lowe so wantonly XXX. And for to walk that freshè mayè's morrow, 1An unexpected accident. 2 Started back. 3 If. 4 Rubies. 5 Burning. 6 Mr. Ellis conjectures that this is an error, for fair email, i. e. enamel. 7 Goldsmith's work. 8 Fire. 9 Hereto fore. As I suppose, and girt she was a lyte1 XXXI. In her was youth, beauty with humble port, ROBERT HENRYSON. 1425-1495. NOTHING is known of the life of Henryson, but that he was a schoolmaster at Dumferling. Lord Hailes supposes his office to have been preceptor of youth in the Benedictine convent of that place. Besides a continuation of Chaucer's Troilus and Cresseide, he wrote a number of fables, of which MS. copies are preserved in the Scotch Advocates Library. 1 A little. 2 Half. ROBENE AND MAKYNE, A BALLAD. I. ROBENE sat on gud grene hill', Mirry Makyne said him till", I haif thè luvit, lowd and still 5, This yieris two or thrè; My dule in dern bot gif thou dill 7, Doubtless bot dreid I die 8. II. He. Robene answerit, be the rude1, Nathing of lufe I knaw2; Bot keipis my scheip undir yone wud3, I. Robene sat on a good green hill.- - Keeping a flock of cattle. Merry Makyne said to him.-4 Rotene, take pity on me.-5 I have loved thee openly and secretly.-6 These years two or three. My sorrow, in secret, unless thou share.-8 Undoubtedly I shall die. II. Robene answered, by the rood.-2 Nothing of love I know. But keep my sheep under yon wood.-4 Lo where they range in a row. Quhat has marrit thè in thy mude", Or what is luve, or to be lu'ed", III. She. At luvis leir gif thow will leir 1, Be kind, courtas, and fair of feir3, Sè that no danger do thè deir3, IV. He. Robene answerit her agane1, 5 What has marred thee in thy mood.-6 Makyne, show thou to me.-7 Or what is love or to be loved.--8 Fain would I learn that law (of love). III. At the lore of love if thou wilt learn.-2 Take there an A, B, C.-3 Be kind, courteous, and fair of aspect or feature.→→ 4Wise, hardy, and free.-5 See that no danger daunt thee.-6Whatever sorrow in secret thou sufferest.-7 Exert thyself with pains to thy utmost power.-8 Be patient and privy. IV.1 Robene answered her again.I wot not what is love.— 3 But I (have) wonder, certainly.—4 What makes thee thus melancholy. |