VI.

A DYTTIE TO HEY DOWNE,

Copied from an old MS. in the Cotton Library, [Vefp. A. 25,] intitled, "Divers things of Hen. viij's time.”

HO fekes to tame the bluftering winde,

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Or caufse the floods bend to his wyll,

Or els against dame natures kinde

To 'change' things frame by cunning skyll;
That man I thinke bestoweth paine,
Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine,

Who ftrives to breake the sturdye steele,
Or goeth about to ftaye the funne;
Who thinks to caufse an oke to reele,

Which never can by force be done :
That man likewise bestoweth paine,
Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine.

Who thinks to ftryve against the streame,
And for to fayle without a mafte;

So he lykewife, that goes about

To please eche eye and every eare,
Had nede to have withouten doubt
A golden gyft with hym to beare;
For evyll report fhall be his gaine,
Though he bestowe both toyle and paine.

God grant eche man one to amend ;

God fend us all a happy place;

And let us pray unto the end,

That we may
Amen, amen! so shall we gaine

have our princes grace:

A dewe reward for all our paine.

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VII.

GLASGERION.

Printed from the Editor's MS collection.

Lafgerion was a kinges owne fonne,
And a harper he was goode :

He harped in the kinges chambere,
Where cuppe and caudle ftoode.

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And foe did he in the queenes chambere,
Till ladyes waxed glad.

And then befpake the kinges daughter;

These were the wordes fhe fayd,

Strike on, ftrike on, Glasgèrion,

Of thy ftriking doe not blinne:

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Theres never a ftroke comes oer thy harpe,
But it glads my harte withinne.

Faire might he fall, ladye, quoth hee,

Who taught you nowe to speake!

I have loved you, ladye, feven longe yeare
My minde I never durft breake.

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But come to my bower, my Glasgeriòn,

When all men are att reft:

As I am a ladye true of my promise,

Thou shalt bee a welcome guest.

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Home then came Glafgèrion,

A glad man, lord! was hee.

And, come thou hither, Jacke my boy;

Come hither unto mee.

And when he came to the ladyes chambere,

He thrilled upon a pinn.

The lady was true of her promife,

And rofe and lett him in.

He did not take the lady gaye

To boulfter nor to bed:

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But home then came that lither ladd,

And did off his hofe and fhoone;

And caft the coller from off his necke:
He was but a churlès fonne.

For I have faddled your horse, mastèr,

Well bridled I have your

fteede :

And I have ferved you a good breakfàst :

For thereof ye have need.

Up then rofe, good Glafgeriòn,
And did on hofe and fhoone;
And caft a coller about his necke:

For he was a kinge his fonne.

And when he came to the ladyes chambere,

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He thrilled upon the pinne :

The ladye was more than true of promise,
And rofe and let him inn.