"T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile, 'T may be, again to make nie wander thither: Wander," a word for shadows like myself, As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf.

II.

Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise

Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest. Not daring trust the office of mine eyes, While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,

And wish her lays were tuned like the lark; For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night: The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty; Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight;

Sorrow chang'd to solace, solace mix'd with

It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,

[be. That liked of her master as well as well might Till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st that Her fancy fell a-turning. [eye could see, Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love did fight,

[knight:

To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant To put in practice either, alas, it was a spite Unto the silly damsel!

But one must be refused; more mickle was the pain, to gain; That nothing could be used, to turn them both For of the two the trusty knight was wounded Alas, she could not help it! [with disdain. Thus art, with arms contending, was victor of the day, [away; Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the For now my song is ended. [lady gay;

My flocks feed not,

My ewes breed not,

My rams speed not, All is amiss: Love is dying, Faith's defying,

Heart's denying,

Causer of this.

13.

All my merry jigs are quite forgot,
All my lady's love is lost, God wot:
Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love,
There a nay is plac'd without remove.
One silly cross
Wrought all my loss;

O frowning Fortune, cursèd, fickle dame ! For now I see, Inconstancy

More in women than in men remain.
In black mourn I,

All fears scorn I,
Love hath forlorn me,
Living in thrall:
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing,--
O cruel speeding!-
Fraughted with gall.

My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal;
My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd,
Plays not at all;
But seems afraid.
With sighs so deep
Procures to weep,

In howling wise, to see my doleful plight.
How sighs resound
Through heartless ground,

Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody
Clear wells spring not,
[fight!
Sweet birds sing not,
Green plants bring not
Forth; they die;
Herds stand weeping,
Flocks all sleeping,
Nymphs back peeping
Fearfully:

All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled,
All our love is lost, for Love is dead.
Farewell, sweet lass,
Thy like ne'er was

For a sweet content, the cause of all my
Poor Corydon
[moan:
Must live alone;

Other help for him I see that there is none.

14.

Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stall'd the deer that thou shouldst smite,
Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy partial might:

Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filèd talk,
Lest she some subtle practice smell ;
(A cripple soon can find a halt :)

But plainly say thou lov'st her well,
And set her person forth to sell.

What though her frowning brows be bent,
Her cloudy looks will calm ere night;
And then too late she will repent,
That thus dissembled her delight;

And twice desire, ere it be day,

That which with scorn she put away. What though she strive to try her strength, And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,

Her feeble force will yield at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say,-
"Had women been so strong as men,
In faith you had not had it then."

And to her will frame all thy ways;
Spare not to spend, -and chiefly there
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:

The strongest castle, tower, and town,
The golden bullet beats it down.
Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble, true;
Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Press never thou to choose anew :

When time shall serve, be thou not slack
To proffer, though she put thee back.
The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
Think women still to strive with men,
To sin, and never for to saint:
There is no heaven, by holy then,
When time with age shall them attaint.
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
But, soft!-enough,-too much I fear,
Lest that my mistress hear my song;
She'll not stick to round me i' th' ear,
To teach my tongue to be so long:
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewray'd.

And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity:
"Fie, fie, fie," now would she cry;
"Teru, Teru!" by and by;
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain ;
For her griefs, so lively shown,
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain!
None take pity on thy pain:

Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;
Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee.
King Pandion, he is dead;

All thy friends are lapp'd in lead;
All thy fellow-birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing.
Even so, poor bird, like thee,
None alive will pity me.

Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd,
Thou and I were both beguil'd.
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.

Words are easy, like the wind;

Faithful friends are hard to find:
Every man will be thy friend,

Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call,
And with such-like flattering,
"Pity but he were a king."
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,

They have him at commandement :
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown;
They that fawn'd on him before,
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep;
Thus, of every grief in heart,
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

LET the bird of loudest lay
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,

To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,

Augur of the fever's end,

To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,

Save the eagle, feather'd king;
Keep the obsequy so strict.

Caddises, worsted lace Cade, a barrel Cadent, failing Cage, a prison Cain-coloured, yellow. Cain was always painted of that colour in old times-hence yellow for jealousy Caitiff, a prisoner, a slave, a scoundrel [phesy Calculate, to foretell or proCaliver, a species of musket Callet, a lewd woman Calm, qualm [dance Canary, a sprightly nimble Candle-waisters, those who sit up all night to drink Canker, the dog-rose Canstick, candlestick

the roe of sturgeon-"too good " Cautelous, insidious, cautious Cease, decease, die, to stop Censure, judgment, opinion Centuries, companies of an hundred men each Ceremonious, superstitious Certes, certainty, in truth Cess, measure Chace, a term at tennis Chair, throne Chamber, a species of great Chamberers, men of intrigue Champain, an open country Chance, fortune Changeling, a child changed Channel, a kennel [writing Character, description, hand

strongly

[gun

Charactery, the matter with

which letters are made Chares, task-work Charge, to put to expense Charge, commission, employ

ment

Charge-house, the free-school
Charicst, most cautious
Chariness, caution
Charitable, dear, endearing
Charles's-wain, the constella-

tion called the Bear
Charneco, a sort of sweet wine
Chaudron, entrails
Cheater, escheator, an officer
in the exchequer, a gamester
Check, command, control
Check, to object to, to rebuke
Checks, probably for ethics
Cheer, countenance
Cherry-pit, pitching

Civil, human creature, any-
thing human
Clack-dish, a beggar's dish
Claw, to flatter

Clear-story, a species of win-
dows in a church, clerestory
Clerkly, like a scholar
Cliff, a key in music
Cling, to shrink or shrivel up
Clinquant, glittering, shining
Clip, to embrace, to infold
Clout, the white mark at which
archers take aim families
Clown, a licensed jester in
Clubs, a popular cry on a
street quarrel
Clutched, grasped
Coach-fellow, one who draws

with a confederate
Coasting, conciliatory, inviting
Cobloaf, a crusty, uneven loaf
Cock, cock-boat
Cockle, a weed
Cockled, inshelled like a cockle
Cock-shut-time, twilight
Codling, anciently an imma-
ture apple

Coffin, the cavity of a raised pie
Cog, to falsify, to lie, to de-
fraud
Cognizance, the badge or to-
Coigne, corner
Coil, bustle, stir
Cold, naked

[ken

[ation

stones into a little hole Cheveril, soft or kid leather

pet, a festivity

Carriage, import

Carried, conducted or man

Carry, to prevail over

Cart, a chariot

Case, to strip naked Casques, helmets

Chewet, a magpie

scold, to be clamorous

[aged

Chiding, sound

Chiding, noisy

[coat Cassock, a horseman's greatCast, to empty as a pond, to dismiss or reject Cast, cast up, reckoned Castilian, an opprobrious term Castiliano vulgo, a cant term of contempt Cataian, a liar Catling, a small lute-string made of catgut

Chopine, a high shoe or clog worn in Venice Chough, a bird of the daw kind Christom, the white cloth put on a new-baptized child Chrystals, eyes Chuck, chicken, a term of endearment

[ment

Chuff, rich, avaricious Circumstance, detail of an argument, a circumlocution

Cital, recital

Complexion, humour