Great to the ear, though small to sight, Fly to the bowers where such are laid, Should make thee change thy cheerful strain. Then cease, thou charmer of the air, Philip Ayres.-About 1689. 708.-ON THE SIGHT OF HIS To view these walls each night I come alone, As nights and days an anxious wretch by stealth Creeps out to view the place which hoards his wealth, So to this house, that keeps from me my heart, I come, look, traverse, weep, and then depart. Philip Ayres.-About 1689. 709.-THE YOUNG MAN'S WISH. If I could but attain my wish, A glass of port, with good old beer. In some clean town a snug retreat, After my house expense was clear, The neighbouring poor should freely share. To keep content and peace through life, Then I, when blest with such estate, Let them for noisy honours try, But since dame Fortune's not thought fit I'll be content with what I get. He's happiest far whose humble mind, And thinketh Fortune always kind. Then I will strive to bound my wish, Instead of wealth and fortune great, I'll from each folly strive to fly, Anonymous.-Before 1689 710.-THE MIDNIGHT MESSENGER. DEATH. Thou wealthy man of large possessions here, My power reaches, sir; the longest reigns That ever were, I put a period to; And now I'm come in fine to conquer you. RICH MAN. I can't nor won't believe that you, pale Death, Were sent this day to stop my vital breath, By reason I in perfect health remain, Free from diseases, sorrow, grief, and pain; No heavy heart, nor fainting fits have I, And do you say that I am drawing nigh The latter minute? sure it cannot be ; Depart, therefore, you are not sent for me! DEATH. Yes, yes, I am, for did you never know, grow Perhaps one minute, are the next cut down? And so is man, though famed with high renown. Have you not heard the doleful passing bell Ring out for those that were alive and well The other day, in health and pleasure too, And had as little thoughts of death as you? For let me tell you, when my warrant's sealed, The sweetest beauty that the earth doth yield At my approach shall turn as pale as lead; Then it's in vain to think I'll favour you. DEATH. I'll search no jails, but the right mark I'll hit; And though you are unwilling to submit, The greatest kings on earth yield and obey, RICH MAN. Oh! stay thy hand and be not so severe, I fear they will be wronged of what they have: Although of me you will no pity take, DEATH. If such a vain excuse as this might do, It would be long ere mortals would go through The shades of death; for every man would find Something to say that he might stay behind. Yet, if ten thousand arguments they'd use, The destiny of dying to excuse, They'll find it is in vain with me to strive, With nothing to support them here withal, RICH MAN. [Then with a groan he made this sad complaint]: My heart is dying, and my spirits faint; Would I had never wronged the fatherless, For by the same my heart was drawn away Which fails me most when most I stand in need; For, woe is me! the time is come at last, Let me not die before my peace be made! DEATH. Thou hast not many minutes here to stay, Lift up your heart to God without delay, Implore his pardon now for what is past, Who knows but He may save your soul at last? RICH MAN. I'll water now with tears my dying bed, adieu ! I find, I find, there is no trust in you! A painful life I ready am to leave, Anonymous.-Before 1689. There did three knights come from the west, The first knight came was all in white, "Then have you asked of my father dear? And have you asked of my brother John? "Yes, I've asked of your father dear, And I've asked of your sister Anne, Far on the road as they rode along, She stoopèd low to kiss him sweet, "Ride on, ride on," cried the servingman, 714.-THE BLIND BEGGAR OF BEDNALL GREEN. PART I. This song 's of a beggar who long lost his sight, And had a fair daughter, most pleasant and bright, And many a gallant brave suitor had she, say: "Good father and mother, let me now go away, To seek out my fortune, whatever it be." This suit then was granted to pretty Bessee. This Bessee, that was of a beauty most bright, They clad in grey russet; and late in the night From father and mother alone parted she, She went till she came to Stratford-at-Bow, Then she knew not whither or which way to go, With tears she lamented her sad destiny; She kept on her journey until it was day, So fair and well-favoured was pretty Bessee. She had not been there one month at an end, But master and mistress and all was her friend : And every brave gallant that once did her The young men of Rumford in her had their joy, She showed herself courteous, but never too coy, And at their commandment still she would be, So fair and so comely was pretty Bessee. Four suitors at once unto her did go, They craved her favour, but still she said no ; "I would not have gentlemen marry with me!" Yet ever they honoured pretty Bessee. Now one of them was a gallant young knight, A merchant of London, whose wealth was not small, Was then the third suitor, and proper withal; Her master's own son the fourth man must be, Who swore he would die for pretty Bessee. "If that thou wilt marry with me," quoth the knight, "I'll make thee a lady with joy and delight; My heart is enthralled in thy fair beauty, Then grant me thy favour, my pretty Bessee." The gentleman said, "Come, marry with me, In silks and in velvet my Bessee shall be ; My heart lies distracted, oh! hear me," quoth he, "And grant me thy love, my dear pretty Bessee." "Let me be thy husband," the merchant did say, "Thou shalt live in London most gallant and gay; My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee, And I will for ever love pretty Bessee." Then Bessee she sighed and thus she did say: My father and mother I mean to obey; First get their good will, and be faithful to me, And you shall enjoy your dear pretty Bessee." 'My father," quoth she, “is soon to be seen: His marks and his token are knowen full well, He always is led by a dog and a bell; |