But if that I may have truly Good ale my belly full, I shall look like one, by sweet Saint John, Though I go bare, take ye no care, I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. I cannot eat but little meat, But sure I think that I could drink With him that weareth an hood. I love no roast but a brown toast, A little bread shall do me stead, I am so wrapped within, and lapped I care right nought, I take no thought Be he never so bold, When I am armed and throughly warmed But now and than I curse and ban, God give them care, and evil to fare! (G) HC-Vol. 40 1 Unless. 2 • Destroy. 36 Such peevish pew, I tell you true, There cometh one sip within my lip, Good ale and strong maketh me among The right way on I hold; My thirst to stanch I fill my paunch And Kit, my wife, that as her life And say, "Sweetheart, I take my part They that do drink till they nod and wink, They shall not miss to have the bliss God save the lives of them and their wives, SIR THOMAS WYATT [1503 (?)-1542] A SUPPLICATION FORGET not yet the tried intent 37 My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan Forget not yet! Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not yet! Forget not! O, forget not this, Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved THE LOVER'S APPEAL AND wilt thou leave me thus? And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus, 38 Neither for pain nor smart: And wilt thou leave me thus? And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER O HAPPY dames! that may embrace Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice The fortune of my pleasant choice: Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice. In ship, freight with rememberance With scalding sighs, for lack of gale, Alas! how oft in dreams I see Those eyes that were my food; Whose absent flame did make me burn: But when I find the lack, Lord! how I mourn! When other lovers in arms across In my window where I may see And in green waves when the salt flood A thousand fancies in that mood Alas! now drencheth my sweet foe, And when the seas wax calm again My doubtful hope doth cause me pain; Thus in my wealth mingled with woe And of each thought a doubt doth grow; -Now he comes! Will he come? Alas! no, no. 39 THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find:- The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; The mean diet, no delicate fare; The night dischargèd of all care, Where wine the wit may not oppress. |