comfort give Lift up thy fair Eyes Listen to my Crys think in what great grief I live All in vain she sued All in vain she vicwed the Princess life was dead and gone There stood she still mourning Till the Sun approaching add bright day was coming on In this great distress Quoth the Royal Lady Who can now express what will become of me To my Fathers Court Will I never wander But some Service seek where I might placed be And thus she made her moan UUeeping all alone all in dread and dreadful fear A foâ—rester all in Green Most comely to be seen ranging the woods did find her there Round beset with sorrow Maid quoth he good morrow what hard hap brought you here Harder hap did never Chance to Maiden ever here lies slain my Brother dear UUhere might I be plac'd Gentle forrester tell me Where should I procure a Service in my care Pains I will not spare And will do my duty Ease me of my care help my extream need The Forrester all amazed On her beauty gazed till his heart was set on fire Yes fair Maid quoth he you shall have your hearts desire He brought her to his Mother And above all other he sets forth the Maidens praise Long was his heart inflamed At last her love he gained thus did his Glory raise Thus unknown he married With the Kings fair Daughter Children they had seven e're he knew the same But when he understood She was a Royal Princess By this means at last she shewed forth her fame He Cloth'd his Children Not like to other men in party colours strange to see The left side Cloth of Gold The right side now behold of woollen cloth still framed he Men hereat did wonder Golden fame did thunder this strange Deed in every place The King of France came thither Being pleasant weather in the woods the Part to chase The Children then did stand As their Father wistled Where the Royal King must of force come by Their Bother richly clad In fair crimson velvet Their Father all in Gray comely to the eye Then the famous King Noted every thing asking how he durst be so bold To let his wife to wear And deck his Children there in costly Robes and Cloath of Gold The forrester thus reply'd And the case deâ—crib'd to the King thus did say â—ell may they by their Bother Wear rich Gold like other being by birth a Princess gay The King upon these words More heedful beheld them Till a crimson blush his conceit did crofs The more I look he said On thy Wife and Children the more I call to mind my daughter whom I lost I am the Child quoth she Falling on her knee pardon me my Soveraign Leige The King perceiving this His Daughter dear did kiss and joyful tears did stop his speech With his train he turned And with her sojourned straightway he dub'd her Husband Knight Then made him Earl of Flanders One of his chief Commanders thus was his sorrows put to flight FINIS Of the faithful friendshid that lasted between two faithful friends To the Tune of flying fame IN stately Rome sometimes did dwell a man of Noble Fame Who had a Son of seemly shape Alphonso was his name When he was grown and come to age his Father thought it best To send his Son to Athens fair where wisdoms School did rest And when he was to Athens come good Lectures for to learn A place to board him with delight his friends diâ— well disceâ—n A Noble Knight of Athens Lowâ— of him did take the charge Who had a Son Ganselo Caâ—'d just of his piâ—ch and age In stature and in person both in favour speech onâ— face In quality and condiâ—ions â—ke they 'greed in â—very place So like they were in all respâ—cts the one unto the other They were not known but by their names of Father or of Mother And as in favour they were found alike in all reâ—â—â—â—s Even so they did most dearly lâ—ot and probe by 〈…〉 Ganselo loved a Laâ—y fair which did in Athens â—well Who was in beauty pâ—erless 〈◊〉 so far â—he did excell Upon a time it chanced so as fancy 〈…〉 That he would visit for delight his Lady and his Love And to his true and faithful Friend he declared the same Asking of him if he would see that fair and comely Dame Alphonso did thereto agree and with Ganselo went To see the Lady which he lov'd which bred his discontent But when he cast his Chrystial eyes upon her Angels hue The beauty of that Lady bright did staight his heart subdue His gentle heart so wounded was with that fair Ladies face That afterwards he daily liv'd in sad and woful case And of his grief he knew not how therefore to make an end For that he knew his Ladies Love was yielded to his Friend Thus being sore perplext in mind upon his Bed he lay Like one which death and deep despair had almost worn away His friend Ganselo that did see his grief and great distress At length requested for to know his cause of heaviness With much adâ— at length he told the truth unto his friend Who did relieve his inward woe with comfort to the end Take courage then dear friend quoth he though she through love be mine My right I will resign to thee the Lady shall be thine You know our favours are alike our speech also likewise This day in mine apparel then you shall your self disguise And unto Church then shall you go directly in my stead Loe though my friends suppose'tis I you shall the Lady wed Alphonso was so well appaid and as they had decreed He went that day and wedded plain the Lady there indeed But when the Nuptual feast was done and Phoebus quite was fled The Lady for Gansela took Alphonso to her bed That night they spent in pleasant sport and when the day was come A Poast for fair Alphonso come to fetch him home to Rome Then was the matter plainly prov'd Alphonso wedded was And not Ganselo to that Dame which brought great woe alas Alphonso being gone to Rome with this his Lady gay Ganselo's friends and kindâ—ed all in such a rage did stay That they depriv'd him of his wealth his Land and rich attire And banished him their Country quite in rage and wrathful ire With sad and pensive thoughts alas Ganselo wandred then Who was constrain'd through want to beg relief of many men In this distress oft would he say to Rome I mean to go To seek Alphonso my dear Friend who will relieve my woe To Rome when poor Ganselo came and found Alphonso's place Which was so famous huge and fair himself in such poor case He was asham'd to shew himself in that his poor array Saying Alphonso knows me well if he would come this way Therefore he staid within the street Alphonso then came by But heeding not Ganselo poor his Friend that stood so nigh Which griev'd Ganselo to the heart
quoth he and is it so Doth proud Alphonso now disdain his Friend indeed to know In desperate sort away he went into a Barn hard by And presently he drew his knife thinking thereby to dye And bitterly in sorrow there he did lament and weep And being over weighed with grief he there fell fast asleep While soundly there he sweetly slept come in a murthering thief And saw a naked knife lye by this man so fâ—ll of grief The knife so bright he took up straight and went away amain And thrust it in aâ—â— urehered man which before he had slain And afterwards he went with speed and put this bloody knife Into his hand that sleeping lay to save himself from strife Which done away in haste he ran and that search was made Ganselo with his bloody knife was for the murther staid And brought before the Magistrate who did confess most plain That he indeed with that same knife the murthered man had slain Alphonso sitting there as Iudge and knowing Ganselo's face To save his friend did say himself was guilty in that case None quoth Alphonso kill'd the man my Lord but only I And therefore set this poor man free and let me justly dye Thus while for death these faithful friends in striving did proceed The man before the Senate came which did the faâ—t indeed Who being moved with remorse their friendly hearts to see Did say befoâ—e the Iudges plain none did the faâ—t but he Thus when the truth was plainly told of all sides joy was seen Alphonso did embrace his Friend which had so woful been In rich array he cloathed him as fitted his degree And helpt him to his Lands â—gaâ—n and former dignity Tâ—e Murtherer for telling truth had pardon at that time Who afterwards lamented much this foul and grievous crime FINIS THE SECOND PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL 1. A Pastoral Song to the Tune of Hey ho holy-day UPon a Down where Shepherd keep piping pleasant Lays Two Country Maids were keeping Sheep and sweetly chanted Round-delays Three Shepherds each on Daten Reed blaming Cupids cruel wrong Unto these Rural Nymphs agreed to keep a tuneful Tunder-song And so they were in number Five Busâ—cks number sweet And we the like let us contrive to sing their Song in order meet Fair Phillis part I take to me she 'gainst loving Hinds complains And Amarillis thou shalt be she defends the Shepherds Swains Ph. Fye on the slights that men devise Sh. Hey ho silly slights Ph. When sâ—mple Maids they would intice Sh. Maidens are young-mens chief delights Am. Nay women they which with their eyes Sh. Eyes like beanâ—s of burâ—â—ng Sun Am. And men once caught they soon dispise Sh. So are Shepherds oft undone Ph. If any young Man win a Maid Sh. Happy man is he Ph. By trusting him she is betray'd Sh. Fye upon such treachery Am. If maids witch young-men with their guiles Sh. Hey ho hey ho guiters grief Am. They deal like weeping Crocodiles Sh. That murther men without relief Ph. I know a silly Country Hind Sh. Hey ho hey ho silly Swain Ph. To whom fair Daphne proved kind Sh. Was he not kind to her again Ph. He vow'd to Pan with many an Dath Sh. Hey ho hey ho Shepherds God is he Am. Yet since he hath chang'd broke his ruth Sh. Troth plight broke will plagued be Am. She had deceived many a Swain Sh. Fye upon false deceit Am. And plighted troth to them in vain Sh. There can be no grief more great Am. Her measure was with measure paid Sh. Hey ho hey ho equal need Am. She was beguiled that was betray'd Sh. So shall all deceivers speed Ph. If ever Maid were like to me Sh. Hey ho hey ho hard of heart Ph. Both Love and Lovers scorn'd should be Sh. Scorners should be sure of smart Am. If every Maid were of my mind Sh. Hey ho hey ho lovely sweet Am. They to their Lovers should prove kind Sh. Kindness is for maidens meet Ph. Methinks Love is an idle toy Sh. Hey ho hey ho busie pain Ph. Both wit and sense it doth annoy â—h Both wit and sense thereby we gain Am. Tush Phillis cease be not so coy Ph. Hey ho hey ho my disdain Am. I know you Love a Shepherds Boy Sh. Fye on that woman so can feign Ph. Well Amarillis now I yield Sh. Shepherd sweetly pipe aloud Ph. Love conquers both in town and field Sh. Like a Tyrant fierce and proud Am. The Evening-star is up we see Sh. Vesper shines we must away Ph. Would every Lady would agree Sh. So we endour Round-delay 2. Of Patient Grissel and a Noble Marquess Tune is The Brides Good morrow A Noble Marquess as he did ride a hunting hard by a River side A proper Maiden as she did sit a spinning his gentle eye espy'd â—ost fair and lovely and of comely grace was she although in simple attire She sang most sweet with pleasant voice melodi-ously which set the Lords heart on fire The more he lookâ— the more he might Beauty bred his hearts delight and to this dainty Damosel he went God speed quoth he thou famous flower fair Mistris of this homely Bower where love vertue lives with sweet content With comely gesture modâ—st fine behaviour she had him welcome then She entertain'd him in faithful friendship manner and all his Gentlemen The Noble Marquess in his heart felt such flaâ—â— which set his seases all at strife Quoth he fair Maiden shew me soon what is thâ— naâ—e I mean to take thee to my wifeâ— Grissel is my name quoth she For unfit for your degree a silly Maiden and of Parents poor Nay Grissel thou art rich he said A vertuous fair and comely Maid grant me thy love and I will ask no more At length she consented being â—oth conâ—ented they married were with speed Her country russet was tâ—r◠〈◊〉 silk and 〈◊〉 as to her state agreed And when that she was trinity tyrdâ— in the shine her beauty shined most bright Far staming every other brave 〈…〉 that did appear in her sight Many envâ—â—d her therefâ—re Because she 〈…〉 and ' 〈…〉 you great â—tiâ—e old 〈◊〉 Some said thâ—â— and 〈…〉 that Some did call her Beggers brat and to her Lord they would 〈◊〉 â—ispraise â— noble Maâ—quâ—sâ—â—iâ—th they 〈…〉 wrong thus basely for to wed That might have gotten an honourable Lady into your Princely Bed â—ho will not now your noble issue still deriâ—e which shall be hereafter born That are of blood so base by the Mothers side the which will bring them to scorn But her therefore quite away Take to you a Lady gay whereby your Linage may renowned be Thus every day they seem'd to prate That maliâ—'d Grissels good estate who took all this most mild and patiently When that the Marquess did see that they â—erâ— bent thus against his faithful wife Who most dearly tenderly and intirely he loved as his life â—inding in secret for to prove her
Queen therewith appeased be The Cup of deadly Poyson fill'd as she sat on her knee She gave this comely Dame to drink who took it from her hand And from her bended knees arose and on her Feet did stand And casting up her eyes to Heaven she did for mercy call And drinking up this Poyson strong her life she lost withal But when that death through every Limb had done his greatest spight Her chiefest Foes did plain confess she was a Glorious Might Her Body then they did Entomb when life was fled away At Godstow near to Oxford town as may be seen this day FINIS 2. A new Sonnet containing the Lamentation of Shore's Wife who was sometimes Concubine to King Edward the Fourth setting forth hâ—r great Fall and withal her most miserable and wretched end To the Tune of The Hunt is up LIsten fair Ladies Unto my misery That lived late in pompous State most delightfully And now to Fortunes fair Dissimulation Brought in cruel and uncouth Plagues most pitiously Shore's Wife I am So known by Name And at the Flower-de-luce in Cheapside was my dwelling The only Daughter of a wealthy Merchant-man Against whose counsel evermore I was rebelling Young was I loved No action moved My heart or mind to give or yield to their consenting My Parents thinking strictly for to wed me Forcing me to take that which caused my repenting Then being wedded I was quickly tempted My beauty caused many Gallants to salute me The King commanded I straight obeyed For his chiefest Iewel then he did repute me Bravely was I trained Like a Queen I reigned And poor mens Suits by me was obtained In all the Court to none was such great report As unto me though now in sâ—orn I be disdained When the King died My grief was tried From the Court I was expelled with despight The Duke of Glocester being Lord Protector Took away my Goods against all Law and right And a Procession For my transgression Bare-footed he made me go for to shame me A Cross before me there was carried plainly As a pennance to my former life for to tame me Then through London Being thus undone The Lord Protector published a Proclamation On pain of death I should not be harbour'd Which further more encreas'd my sorrow and vexation I that had plenty and Dishes dainty Most sumptuously brought to my Board at my pleasure Being full poor from door to door I beg my Bread with Clack and Dish at my leisure My rich attire By fortunes ice To rotten Rags and nakedness they are beaten My Body soft which the King embrac'd oft With Uermine vile annoy'd and eat on On Stalls and Stones Did lye my Bones That wonted was in Bed of Down to be plac't And you see my finest Pillows be Of stinking Straw with Dirt and Dung thus disgrac'd Wherefore fair Ladies With your sweet Babies My grievous faâ—l bear in your mind and behold me Vow strange a thing that the Love of a King Should come to dye under a Stall as I told ye FINIS 3. A new Sonnet of Edgar King of England how he was deceived of a Lady which he loved by a Knight of his own Court To be sung in the old way or else to the Tune of Lebandalashot When as King Edgar did govern this Land a down a down down down down And in the strength of his years did â—tand call him down 〈◊〉 Such praise was spreâ—d of â—alâ—ant Dame Which did through England 〈◊〉 great fame And she a Lady of high degree The Earl of Devonshire's Daughter was she The King which lately had 〈…〉 And not long time â— Widowed had been â—earing this praise of a gallant Maid Upon her Beauty his Love he laid And in his sight he would often â—ay I will send for that Lady say Yea I will send for thiâ— Lady bright Which is my treasure and delight Whose Beauty like to Phoebus Bâ—aâ—s Doth glister through all Christian Realms Then to himself â—he would reply Saying how fondâ— Prince am I To cast my love 〈◊〉 base and low Upon a Girl I do not know King Edgar will his fancy frame To love some Pâ—erleâ—s Princely Dame The Daughter of a Royal King That may a dainty Dolory bring â— Whose matchless Beauty brought in place May Estrilds Colour â—lean disgrace But senseless 〈◊〉 what do I mean Upon a broken need to lean â— Or what 〈…〉 Thus to abuse my dearest Love Whose â—iâ—ge grac'd with heâ—â—enly hue Doth Hellens honour quite suâ—due The glory of her beautious pride Sweet Estrilds favour â—oth 〈◊〉 Then pardon my unseemly speech Dear Love and Lady I beseech For I my thoughts will 〈…〉 To spread the honour of thy Dame Then unto him he call'd a â—â—ight Which was most trusty in his â—â—ht And unto him thus he did say To Earl Orgator â—o thy way Where ask for Estrilds câ—mely Dame Whose beauty went so far by fame And if you find her comely Grace As fame did spread in every place Then tell her Father she shall be My Crowned Queen if she agree The Knight in â—â—ssage 〈◊〉 And into Devonshire â—ent with speed But when he saw the Lady bright He was so ravisâ—t at her â—â—ght That nothing â—oâ—do his passion move Except he might obtain her Love For day and night while there he â—laid He courted 〈…〉 And in his Suit he 〈◊〉 such skill That at the length he gain'd her Goâ—◠〈◊〉 Forgetting quite the Duty though Which he unto the King did owe. Then coming home unto his Grace â—â— told him with â—â—sembling face That those Reports were to blame That so advanc'd the Maidens Name For I assure your Grace sâ—â—d he She is as other Women â—e Her Beauty of such great Report â—o better then the Common sort And far 〈◊〉 in every thing To meet with such a Noble King But though her face be nothing fair 〈◊〉 she is her â—atherâ—â—â—eir Perhaps some Lord of high degree Would veâ—y â—ain her 〈…〉 Then if your Grace would give consent I would my self be well content The Dâ—msel for my â—â—fe to take For her great Lands and Livings sake The King whom thus he did decâ—ive Incontinent did give him leave For on that point he did not 〈◊〉 For why he had no neâ—â— of Landâ— Then being glad he went 〈◊〉 And wedded straight this Lady gay The fairest Creature 〈◊〉 life Had this false Kâ—ight unto his wife And by that match of 〈◊〉 degree An Earl soon after that waâ— he E're he long time had Married heeâ— That many had her Beauty seen Her praise was spread both far and near The King 〈◊〉 thereof did â—ear UUho then in hearâ— did plainly provâ— He was betrayed of his Love Though therefore he was â—eâ—ed sore Yet seem'd he not â—o grieve therefore But kept his countâ—â—â—nce 〈◊〉 and kind As though he â—are â—o gâ—udge in mind But on a day it â—ame to pass UUhen as the King full merry was To Ethlewood in sâ—ort â—e saâ—d I muse what câ—ear
Cradle truly tended When as their Mothers before them doth curse the day that e're they bore them Then to avoid all strife c. Do we then behold and see When men and wives agree and live together Where the Lord hath sent them eke Fair Children mild and meek like flowers in summer weather How greatly are they grieved And will not by joy he relieved if that Death doth call Either wife or Children small whom their vertues do command Their losses whom they thus added from their hearts cannot be moved Then to avoid all strife c. Who being in that happy state Would work himself such hate his Fancy for to follow Or living here devoid of strife Would take him to a wife for to procure his sorrow With cárking and with caring Evermore must be sparing Were he not worse'then mad being merry would be sad Were he to be commended That e're would seek much pleasure where grief is all his treasure Then to avoid all strife c. 11. The Widdows Solace To the Tune of Robinsons Almain MOurn no more fair Widdow thy tears are all in vain 'T is neither grief nor sorrow can call the dead again Man's well enough compared unto the Summers flower Which now is fair and pleasant yet withereth in an hour And mourn no more in vain as one whose faith is small Be patient in affliction and give God thanks for all All men are born to dye the Scripture telleth plain Of Earth we were created to Earth we must again I was neither Croesus treasure nor Alexanders fame Nor Solomon by wisdom that could Deaths fury tame 〈◊〉 Physick might preserve them when nature did decay What man can hold for ever the thing that will away Then mourn no more c. Though you have lost your Husband your comfort in distress Consider God regardeth the Widdows heaviness And hath strictly charged such as his Children be The Fatherless and Widdow to shield from injury Then mourn no more c. If he were true and faithful and loving unto thee Doubt not but there 's in England enough as good as he But if that such affeâ—tion within this heart was none Then give God praise and glory that he is dead and gone And mourn no more c Receive such Suitors friendly as do resort to thee Respect not the outward person but the inward gravity And with advised judgement chuse him above the rest Whom thou by proof hast tried Then mourn no more c. Then shalt thou live a life exempted from all annoy And whensoever it chanceth I pray God give thee joy And thus I make an end with true humility In hope my simple solace may well excepted be Then mourn no more c. FINIS 12. A gentle Womans Complaint in that she found her Friend Faithless which should have continued Constant. FAith is a Figure standing now for nought Faith is a fancy we ought to cast in thought Faith now adays as all the world may see Resteth in few and faith is fled from thee Is there any faith in strangers to be found Is there any faith lies hidden in the ground Is there any faith in men that buried be No there is none and Faith is fled from thee Fled is the Faith that might remain in any Fled is the Faith that should remain in many Fled is the Faith that should in any be Then farewel hope for Faith is fled from thee From Faith I see that everyone is flying From Faith I see that all things are a dying They flye from faith that most in faith should be And faithless thou that brake thy faith to me Thee have I sought but thee I could not find Thou of all others was most within my mind Thee have I left and I alone will be Because I find that Faith is fled from thee 13. Of the Prince of England who wooed the Kings Daughter of France and how he was slain and she afterwards Married to a Forrester To the Tune of Crimson Velvet IN the days of old When fair France did flourish Stories plainly told Lovers felt annoy The King a Daughter had Beautious bright and lovely Which made her Father glad she was his only joy A Prince of England came Whose Deeds did merit Fame he woo'd her long and so at last Look what he did require She granted his desire their hearts in one were linkt so fast Which when her Father proved Lord how he ws moved and tormented in his mind He sought for to prevent them And to discontent them Fortune crosseth Lovers kind When the Princes twain Were thus barr'd of pleasure Through the Kings disdain which their joys withstood The Lady got up her cloaths Her Jewels and her Treasure Having no remorse of State or Royal Blood In homely poor array She got from Court away to meet her joy and hearts delight Who in a Forrest great Had taken up his seat to wait her comming in the night But to see what sudden danger To this Princely stranger chanced as he sat alone By Out-laws he was Robbed And with Poniard stobbed uttering many a dying groan The Princess arm'd by him And by true desire Mandring all the night without dread at all Still unknown she pass'd In her strange attire Comming at the last in the ecchoes call You fair woods quoth she Honoured may you be harbouring my hearts delight UUhich doth compass here My joy and only dear my trusty friend and Noble Right Sweet I come unto thee Sweet I come to woe thee that thou may'st not angry be For my long delaying And thy courteous staying ' mends for all I 'le make to thee Passing thus along Through the Forrest Many grievous groans sounding in her ears UUhere she heard a man To lament the sorest That was ever seen forced by deadly fear Farewel my dear quoth he Whom I shall never see for why my life is at an end Through villanies cruelty Loe here for thee I dye to shew I am a faithful Friend Here I lye a bleeding UUhile my thoughts are feeding on the rarest beauty found O hard hap that may be Little knows my Lady my heart blood lies on the groundâ— UUith that he gave a groan UUhich did burst asundier All the tender strings of his bleeding heart She which knew his voice At his tale did wonder All her former joy did to grief convert Straight she ran to see UUhom this man should be that so like her love did speak And found when as she came Her lovely Lord lay slain all smeared in blood which life did break When this deed they spied Lord how sore she cried her sorrows cannot counted be Her eyes like fountains runing While she cried out my Darling I would that I had died for thee His pale lips alas Twenty times she kissed And his face did wash with her trickling tears Every bleeding wound Her fair words bedewed Wiping off the Blood with her Golden Hair Speak fair Prince to me one sweet word of
else in sorrow â—ye You have your 〈◊〉 my â—overaign Lord effectually Take all the leave that I can 〈◊〉 your Majesty But on thy Beauty all my ioys have their above Take thou my Beauty from my face my gracious Lord. Did'st thou not swear to grant my will All that I may I will fulâ—l then for my love let my true love be seen My Lord your speech I might reprove You cannot give to me your love for that belongs unto your Queen But I suppose your Grace did this only to try Whether a wanton Tale might tempt Dame Salisbury Nor from your self therefore my Liege my steps do stray But from your wanton tempting Tale I go my way O turn again my Lady bright Come unto me my hearts delight gone is the comfort of my â—ensive heart Yere comes the Earl of Warwick he The Father of this fair Lady my mind to him I mean for to impart â—hy is my Lord and Soveraign King so griev'd in mind Because that I have lost the thing I cannot find What thing is that any graâ—ious Lord which you have lost It is my 〈◊〉 which to near 〈◊〉 betwixt fire and frost Curst be that fire and frosttho That caused this your Highness woâ— O Warwick thou 〈◊〉 wrong me very 〈◊〉 It is thy Daughter Noble Earl That Heaven-bright-Lamp that peerless Pearl which kills my heart yet do I her adore If that be all my gracious King that works your grief I will perswade the scoâ—nful Dame to yield relief Never shall she my Daughter be if she refuse The Love and favour of a King may her excuse Thus 〈◊〉 Warwick went away And quits contrary he did say when as he did the beautâ—ous Countess meet Well 〈◊〉 my Daughter quoth â—â— A message I must do to thee our Royal King most 〈…〉 thee greâ—â— The King will dye lest thou to him do grant thy love To love my Husband love I would remove It is right Charity to love my Daughter dear But no true love so charitable for to appear His Greatness may hear out the shame But his kingdom cannot buy out the blame he craves thy love that may â—ereave thy life It is my duty to move this But not thy honesty to yield I wis I mean to dye a true unspotted Wife Now hast thou spoken my Daughter dear as I would have Charity bears a Golden Name unto the Grave And when to thy wedded Lord thou provest untrue Then let my bitter curses still thy soul pursue Then with a smiling chear go thou As right and reason doth allow yet shew the King thou bearest no Strumpets mind I go dear Father with a trice And by a slight of sine device I 'le cause the King confess that I am unkind Here comes the Lady of my life the King did say My Father bids me Soveraign Lord your will obey And I consent if you will grâ—nt onâ— boon to me I grant it thee my Lady fair what e'rest be My Husband is alive you know First let me kill him e're I go and at your command I will ever be Thy Husband now in France doth rest No no he lies within my breast and being so nigh he will my falâ—â—od seâ— With that she started from the King and took her knife And desperately she thought to rid her self of life The King he started from the Chaiâ— her hand to stay O noble King you have broke your word with me this day Thou that not do this deed quoth he Then never I will lye with thee â—o then live still and let me bear the 〈◊〉 Live in honour and high estate With thy true Lord and wedded mate I never will attempt this suit again 5. The Spanish Ladies love to an English Gentleman WIll you hear a Spanish Lady how she woo'oâ—m English-man Garments gay as rich as may be deckt with jewels had she on Of a comely countenance and grace was â—he And by Birth and Parentage of high degree As his priosâ—er there he kept her in his hands her life did lye Cupids hands did tye her faster by the likeing of her eye In his courteous company was all her joy To favour him in anything she was not coy At the last there raine commandment for to set the Ladies free With their Jewels still adoâ—ned none to do thein injury Alas then said the Lady gay full woe is me O let me still sustain this kind captivity Gallant Captain shew some pitty to a Lady in distress Leave me not within the City for to dye in heaviness Thou hast set this present day my body free But my heart in prison strong remains with thee How should thou fair Lady love me whom thou know'st thy Countries Foe Thy fair words makes me susâ—ect thee Serpents are where flowers grow All the evil I think to thee most gracious Knight God grant unto my self the same may fully light Blessed be the time and season that you came on Spanish ground If you may our Foes be termed gentle foes we have you found With our Cities you have won our hearts eath one Then to your Country bear away that is your own Rest you still most gallant Lady rest you still and weep no more Of fair Lovers there are plenty Spain doth yield a wondrous store Spaniards fraught with jealousse we often find But English-men throughout the world are counted kind Leave me not unto a Spaniard you alone enjoy my heart I am lovely young and tender Love is likewise my desert Still to serve thee day and night my mind is prest The wife of every English-man is counted blest It would be a shame fair Lady for to hear a woman hence English Souldiers never carry and such without offence I will quickly change my self if it be so And like a Page I 'le follow thee where e're thou go I have neither Gold nor Silver to maintain thee in this case And to travel 't is great charges as you know in every place My Chains and Jewels every one shall be thine own And eke five hundred pounds in Gold that lies unknown On the Seas are many dangers many storms doth there arise Which will be to Ladies dreadful and force tears from watry eyes Well in worth I could endure extremity For I could find in heart to lose my life for theâ— Courteous Lady be contented here comes all that breeds the â—â—rise I in England have already a sweet Woman to my wife I will not falsifie my vow for gold or gain Nor yet for all the fairest Dames that live in Spain O how happy is that woman that enjoys so true a friend Many days of joy God send you and of my suit I 'le make an end Upon my knees I pardon crave for this offence Which love and true affection did first commence Commend me to thy loving Lady bear to her this Chain of Gold And these Bracelets for a token grieving that I was so hold All my Jewels in like sort bear thou with thee For these are fitting for thy wife and not for me I will spend my days in prayer Love and all her laws defies In a Nunnery will I shrew me far from other Company But e're my Prayers hâ—â—e 〈◊〉 and be sure of this To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss Thus farewel gentle Captain and farewel my hearts concent Count not Spanish Ladies wanton though to thee my love was bent Joy and true prosperity go still with thee The like fall ever to thy share most fair Lady 9. A Farewel to Love FArewel false Love the Oracle of lies a mortal foe an enemy to rest An envious Boy from whence great cares arise A bastard vile a beast with age possest A way for errour a tempest full of treason In all respects contrary unto reason A poysoned Serpent cover'd all with flowers Mother of sighs and Murtherers of repose A sea of sorrows whence run all such showers As moisture gives to every grieâ—â— that grows A school of guile a nest of deep deceit A Golden hook that holds a poysoned 〈◊〉 A Fortress field whom reason did defend A Syrens song a server of the mind A Maze wherein affections find no end A raining cloud that runs before the wind A Substance like the shaddow of the Sun A Cole of grief for which the wisest run A quenchless fire a rest of trembling fear A path that leads to peril and mishap A true retread of sorrow and despair An idle Boy that sleeps in pleasures lap A deep mistrust of that which certain seems A hope of that which reason doubtful deems Then sith thy reign my younger years betray'd And for my Faith Ingratitude I find And such repentance hath the wrong bewray'd Whose crooked cause hath not been after kind False love go back and beauty frail adieu Dead is the root from which such fancies grew FINIS The lover by his gifts thinks to conquer chastity And with his gifts sends these verses to his lady What face so fair that is not crackt with gold What wit so worth that hath in gold his wonder What learning but with golden lines doth hold what state so high but gold could lying it under What thought so sweet but Gold doth better seafoâ— And what rule better then the golden reason The ground was fat that yields the golden fruit The study high that sets the golden state The labour sweet that gets the golden suit The reckoning rich that scorns the Golden rate The love is sure that golden hoxe doth hold And rich again that serves the God of Gold FINIS The Womans Answer Foul is the face whose beauty gold can raft Worthless the wit that hath gold in her wonder Unlearned lines puts gold in Honours place Wicked the state that will to coin come under Base the Conceit that seasoned is with Gold And Beggers rule that such a reason hold Earth gives the gold but Heaven gives greater grace Men study wealth but Angels wisdom raise Labour seeks peace love hath an higher place Death makes the reckoning life is all my race The hope is here my hope of heaven doth hald God give me grace let Dives dye with gold FINIS
THE Garland OF Good-will Divided into Three parts containing many pleasant SONGS and pretty POEMS to sundry new NOTES With a TABLE to find the Names of all the SONGS Written by T. D. London Printed for I. Wright at the sign of the Crown on Ludgate-hill 1678. The Table In the First Part. 1. THe fair Lady Rosamond 2. Shore's Wife 3. How King Edgar was deceived 4. How Coventry was made free 5. Of the Duke of Cornwall's Daughter 6. A Song of Queen Isabel. 7. The banishment of the two Dukes 8. The Noble Acts of Arthur of the Round Table and of Lancelot du Lake 9. A Song in praise of Women 10. A Song in praise of a single life 11. The Widdows solace 12. A Gentlewomans Complaint 13. How a Prince of England Wooed the Kings Daughter of France and how she was Married to a Forrester 14. The Faithful Friendship of two Friends Alphonso and Ganselo In the Second Part. 1. A Pastoral Song 2. Patient Grissel 3. A song between Truth and Ignorance 4. Iudeth and Holofornes 5. In praise of the English Rose In the Third Part. 1. A Maidens Choice 'twixt Age and Youth 2. As I came from Walsingham 3. The Winning of Cales 4. Of Edward and a Countess 5. The Spanish Ladies Love to an English-man 6. A Farewel to Love 7. The Lover by his Gifts thinking to conquer Chastity 8. The Womans Answer A Mournful Ditty on the Death of Rosamond King Henry the Second's Concubine To the Tune of When flying Fame WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land the second of that Name Besides the Queen he dearly lov'd a fair and Princely Dame Most Peerless was her beauty found her favour and her Face A sweeter Creature in this world did never Prince embrace Her crisped Locks like threads of Gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely Eyes like Orient Pearls did cast a heavenly light The blood within her Christial Châ—eks did such a colour drive As though the Lilly and the Rose for Mastership did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her named was called so To whom Dame Elinor our Queen was known a mortal Foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Queen At Woodstock builded such a Bower the like was never seen Most curiously this Bower was built of Stone and Timber strong An hundred and fifty Doors did to this Bower belong And they so cunningly contriv'd with turnings round about That none but with a Clew of Thread could enter in or out And for his Love and Ladies sake that was so fair and bright The keeping of this Bower he gave unto a gallant Knight But Fortune that doth often frown where she before did smile The Kings delight and Ladies ioy full soon she did beguile For why the Kings ungracious Son whom he did high advance Against his Father raised War within the Realm of France But yet before our comely King the English Land forsook Of Rosamond his Lady fair his farewel thus he took My Rosamond the only Rose that pleaseth best my eye The fairest Rose in all the world to feed my Fantasie The Flower of my affected heart whose sweetness doth excell My Royal Rose a thousand times I bid thee now farewel For I must leave my fairest Flower my sweetest Rose a space And cross the Seas to famous France proud Rebels to abase But yet my Rose be sure thou shalt my comming shortly see And in my heart whilst hence I am I 'le bear my Rose with me When Rosamond that Lady bright did hear the King say so The sorrow of her grieved heart her outward looks did show And from her clear and christial Eyes the tears gush'd out apace Which like the Silver Pearled Dew ran down her comely face Her Lips like to the Coral red did wax both wan and pale And for the sorrow she conceiv'd her vital Spirits did fail So falling down all in a swound before King Henries face Full oft betwixt his Princely arms her Corps he did embrace And twenty times with watry eyes he kist her tender Cheeks Until he had receiv'd again her senses mild and meek Why grieves my Rose my sweetest Rose the King did ever say Because quoth she to bloody Wars my Lord must part away But sith your Grace in Forreign Coasts among your Foes unkind Must go to hazard life and limb why should I stay behind Nay rather let me like a Page your Shield and Target bear That on my Breast the blow may light that should annoy you there O let me in your Royal Tent prepare your bed at night And with sweet Herbs refresh your Grace at your return from Fight So I your presence may enjoy no toyl I will refuse But wanting you my life is death which doth true Love abuse Content thy self my dearest Love thy rest at home shall be In Englands sweet and pleasant Soyl for travel fits not thee Fair Ladies brook not bloody Wars sweet Peace their pleasure breed The nourisher of hearts content which Fancy first did feed My Rose in Woodstock-Bower shall rest with Musick 's sweet delight While I amongst the pierceing Pikes against my Foes do Fight My Rose in Robes of Pearl and Gold with Diamonds richly dight Shall dance the Galliard of my Love while I my Foes do tinite And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Loves defence Be careful of my gallant Rose when I am parted hence And there withal he fetcht a sigh as though his heart would break And Rosamond for very grief not one plain word could speak For at their parting well they might in heart be grieved sore After that day fair Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace had past the Seas and into France was gone Queen Elinor with envious heart to Woodstock came anon And forth she call'd this trusty Knight which kept this curious Bower Who with his Clew of twined thread came from that famous Flower And when that they had wounded him the Queen his Thred did get And came where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set But when the Queen with stedfast eyes beheld her heavenly face She was amazed in her mind at her exceeding Grace Cast off thy Robes from thee she said that rich and costly be And drink thee up this deadly Draught which I have brought for thee But presently upon her knees sweet Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queen she crav'â— for her offences all Lake pitty on my Youthful Years fair Rosamond did cry And let me not with poyson strong enforced be to die I will renounce my sinful life and in a Cloyster vide Or else be banisht if you please to range the world so wide And for the fault that I have done though I was forc'd thereto Preserve my lifâ— and punish me as you think fit to do And with these words her Lilly hands she wrung full often there And down along her comely Cheeks proceeded many a tear But nothing could this furious
thâ—re should be made If to thy house I should â—â—sort A nigâ—t or two for Pâ—incelâ— sport Hereat the Earl shew'd countenance glad Though in his heart he was full sad Saâ—ing your Gâ—ace shall welcome be If so your Grace will honour me UUhen as the 〈◊〉 appointed was Before the King did thitheâ— pasâ— The Earl before hand did prepare The Kings coming â—â— declare And with a countenaâ—c◠〈…〉 â—e call'd his Lady unto â—im Saying with sad and 〈◊〉 hear I pray you when the â—ing comes here Sweet Lady as you 〈◊〉 me Let your attire but homely he Nor wash not thou thy Angels face But so â—hy Beauty 〈◊〉 disgrace Thereto thy gâ—esture so eâ—e It may seem loathsoâ—e to the 〈◊〉 For if the King should there behold Thy glorious Beauty so ertol'd Then shall my life sâ—on â—hortned be For my deserts and treachery UUhen to thy Father first â— came Though I did not declare the â—ame Yet was I put in trust to bring The joyful tydings to the King Who for thy glorious beauty seen Did think of thee to make â—is 〈◊〉 But when I had thy person found Thy beauty gave me such a wound No rest nor comfort could I take Till you sweet Love my griâ—f did â—â—ke And that though Duty charged me Most faithful to my Lord to be Yet Love upon the other side Bid for my self I should provide Then for my suit and 〈◊〉 â—hown At length I won you for my â—wn And for my Love in Weâ—lock spent Your choice you need no whit repent Then since my grief I â—â—ve exprest Sweet Lady grant me my râ—quest Good words she gave with smiling chear Musing of that which she did heâ—â— And casting many things in mind Great fault therewith she sâ—eâ—d to find But in her self she thought it â—â—ame To make that foul which God did frâ—me Most costly Robes full rich therefore In bravest sort that day she wore Doing all that e're she might To set her beauty forth to sight And her best skill in every thing She shew'd to entertain the King Wherefore the King so snared was That reason quite from him did pass His heart by her was set on â—â—re He had to her a great desire And for the looks he gave her then For every look she shewed him ten UUherefore the King perceived plain His Love and looks were not in vain Upon a time it chanced so The King he would a â—unting go And as they through â— wood did riâ—e The Earl on Hâ—râ—eâ—back 〈◊〉 hiâ—â—â—de For so the story telletâ—â—laiâ— That with a shaft the Earl was 〈◊〉 So that when he had lost his life He took the Lady unto wise UUho Married her all harm to shun By whom he did begeâ— a â—â—on Thus he that did the King deceive Did by deâ—ert his death receive Then to conclude and make an â—nd Be true and faithful to thy friend FINIS 4. How Coventry was made free by Godina Countess of Chester To the Tune of Prince Arthur died at Ludlow LEofricus that Noble Earl of Chester as I read Did for the City of Coventry many a Noble deed Great Privilidges for the town this Noble man did get And of all things did make it so That they Tole-free did â—â—t Save only that for Horses still and did somâ— Custom pay UUhich was gâ—eat 〈◊〉 unto the town full long and many a 〈◊〉 UUherefore â—is wife 〈…〉 did of the Earl requeâ—â— That therefore he would make it freâ— as well as all the rest So when she long had sued her purpose to obtain Her Noble Lord at length she look within a pleasant vein And unto him with smiling chear sâ—e did forthwith procâ—â—d Entreating greatly that he would perform that Godly deed You move me much my fair quoth he your suit I fain would shun But what will you perform and do to have this matter done UUhy any thing my Lord quoth sâ—e you will with reason crâ—ve I will perform it with good will if I my wish might have If thou wilt grant the thing he said what I shall now require As soon as it is finished thou shalt have thy desire Command what you think good my Lord I will thereto agree On this Condition that the town for ever may be free If thou thy Cloaths strip off and here lay them down And at Noon-day on Horse-back ride stark naked through the the town They shall be free for evermore if thou wilt not do so â—oâ—e Liberty thâ—n now theâ—â—aâ—e â— never will â—estow The Lady at this strange demand was much abasht in mind And yet for to fulfil this thing she never a whit repin'd UUherefoâ—e to all â—fficers of the town she sent That they perceiving her good will which for the weal was â—ent That on the day that she should ride all persons through the town Should keep their Houses shut their Doors and clap their windows doâ—â—â— So that no Creature young or old should in the Streets be seen Till she had ridden all about throughout the City clean And when the day of Riding â—ame no person did her see Saving her Lord after which time the town was ever set free FINIS 5. How the Dukes Daughter of Corâ—â—al being Married unto King Locrin was by him put away and a strange Lady whom he better Loved he Married and made her his Queen and how his Wife was avenged To the Tune of In Creete WHen Humber in his wrathful rage King Albanack in field had slain Those bloody brâ—â—â—s for to aswage King Locrin then apply'd his pain And with a Host of Brittans sâ—out At length he found King Humber out At vantage great he met him then and with his Host beset him so That he destroy'd his warlike men and Humbers power did overthrow And Humber which for fear did â—ye Leapt into a River desperately And being Drown'd in the Deep he left a Lady there alive UUhich sadly did lamenâ— and wâ—p for fear they should â—er liâ—e deprâ—â—e But by her face that was so faiâ— The King was caught in Cupids snare Ye took this Lady to his Love who secretly did keep her stâ—â—â— So that the Queen did quickly prove the King did bear 〈◊〉 small good wiâ—â— UUhich though by weâ—lock late bâ—â—un He had by her a gallant Son Queen Guendoline was griev'd in mind to see the â—ing was altered so At length the cause she thanâ—'d to find which brought her to most bitter woe For Estrild was his joy God-woâ— By whom a Daughter he begâ—t The Duke of Cornwal being dead the Father of that gallant Queen The King with Lust being overlaid his lawful wife he cast off clean UUho with her dear and tender â—on For succour did in Cornwal run Then Locrin Crowned Estrild bright and made of her his lawful wife UUith her which was his hearts delight he thought to lead his life Thus Guendoâ—me as one forlorn Did hold her wretched life in scorn But when the Cornish men did know the great abuse she did
matcht with any man â—ho has in prison three score Knights and four that he has wound â—nights of King Arthurs Court they be and of his Table Round 〈◊〉 brought him to a River-side and also to a tree Thereon a Copper Bason hung his fellows Shields to see 〈◊〉 struck so hard the Bason broke when Tarquin heard the sound 〈◊〉 drove a Horse before him straight whereon a Knight lay bound Sir Knight then said Sir Lancelot tho bring me that Horse-load hither And lay him down and let him rest we 'l try our force together And as I understand thou hast so far as thou art able Done great despite and shame unto the Knights of the Round Table â—f thou be of the Table Round quoth Tarquin speedily Both thee and all thy fellowship I utterly deste That 's overmuch quoth Lancelot tho defend thee by and by They put their Spurs unto their Steeds and each at other slye They couch their Spears and Horses can as though there had been thunder And each struck them amidst the shield wherewith they broke in sunder Their Horses backs brake under them the Knights were both aston'd To hold their Horses they made great haste to light upon the ground They took them to their Shields full fast thier Swords they drew out then With mighty strokes most eagerly each one at other ran They wounded were and bled full sore for breath they both did stand And leaning on their Swords a while quoth Tarquin hold thy hand And tell to me what I shall ask say on quoth Lancelot tho Thou art quoth Tarquin the best Knight that ever I did know And like a Knight that I did hate so that thou be not he I will deliver all the rest and eke accord with thee That is well said quoth Lancelot then but sith it must be so What is the Knight thou hatest so I pray thee to me shew His Name is Sir Lancelot du Lake he slew my Brother dear Him I suspect of all the rest I would I had him here Thy wish thou hast but yet unknown I am Lancelot du Luke Now Knight of Arthurs Table Round King Hauds Son of Suewake And I desire thee do thy worst Ho ho quoth Tarquin tho One of us two shall end our lives before that we do go If thou be Lancelot du Lake then welcome shalt thou be Wherefore see thou thy self defend for now I thee defte They buckled together so like two wild Boars rushing And with their Swords and Shields they ran at one another flashing The ground beâ—winkled was with Blood Tarquin began to faint For he gave back and bore his Shield so low he did repent Then soon spied Sir Lancelot tho he leapt upon him then He pull'd him down upon his knee and rushing off his yelm And then he struck his Neck in â—â—o and when he had done so From prison threescore Knights and four Lancelot delivered tho FINIS 9. A Song in Praise of Women To a pleasant new Tune called My Vallentine AMongst all other things that God hath made beneath the Sky Most glorious to satisfie the curious eye of mortal men withal The sight of Eve Did soonest fit his fancy Whose courtesse and amity most speedily had caught his heart in thrall Whom he did love so dear Aâ— plainly both appear He made her Queen of all the world and Mistris of his heart Though afterwards she wrought his woe his death and deadly smart What need I speak Of matters passed long ago Which all men know I need not shew to high or low the case it is so plain â—lthough that Eve committed then so great E're she went hence A recompence in defence she made mankind again For by her blessed Seed we are Redeem'd indeed Why should not then all mortal men esteem of women well And love their wives even as their lives as nature doth câ—mpel A vertuous Wife The Scripture doth commend and say That night and day she is a stray from all decay to keep her Husband still â—he useth not To give her self a wandring Or flattering or pratling or any thing to do her Neighbour ill But all her mind is bent his Pleasures is conâ—â—nâ— Her faithful love doth not remove for any Storm or grief Then is not he well blest think ye that meets with such a â—ife But now methinks I hear some men do say to me Few such there be in each degree and quality at this day to be found And now adays Some men do set their whole delight Both day and night with all despite to brawl and fight their rage did so abound But sure I think and say here comes no such to day Nor do I know of any she that is within that place And yet for fear I dare swear it is so hard a case But to conclude For Maids and wives and Virgins all Both great or small in Bowér or Hall to pray I shall so long as life doth last That they may live With hearts content and perfect peace That joys increase may never cease till death release the care that crept so fast For beauty doth me blind To have them all in mind Even for her sake that doth us make so merry to be seen The glory of the Female kind I mean our Noble Queen FINIS 10. A Song in praise of a single Life To the Tune of The Ghosts hearse SOme do write of bloody wars Some do shew the several jars 'twixt men through envy raised Some in praise of Princes write Some set their whole delight to her fair Beauty blazed Some other persons are mov'd for to praise where they are lov'd And let lovers praise beauty as they will other ways I am intended True Love is little regarded And often goes unrewarded Then to avoid all strife I 'le resolve to lead a single life whereby the heart is not offended â— what suit and service too Is used by them that wooe â— what grief in heart and mind What for row we do find through womens fond behaviour Subject to suffer each hour and speeches sharp and sower And labour love cost perchance 't is but all lost and no way to be amended And so purchase pleasure And after repent at leisure Then to avoid all strife c. To no man in wedded state Doth happen much debate except Gods special favour If his wife be proudly bent Or secretly consent to any lewd behaviour If â—he be slothful or idle Or such as her tongue cannot bridle O then well were he Of death his bane would be no sorrow else can be amended For look how long he were living Evermore he would be grieving Then to avoid all strife c. Married folks we often hear Even through their Children dear have many causes of sorrow If disobedient they be found Or false in any ground by their unlawful sorrows To see such wicked fellows shamefully come unto the Gallows Whom Parents with great care Nourished with dainty fare from their
this Night your Company Quoth she I will not my Lord in any thing deny A very great and sumtuous Feast did Holofornes make Amongst the Lords and 〈◊〉 〈…〉 Iudiths 〈◊〉 But of their dainties in 〈…〉 would pleasant Iudith take â—et Holofornes merry 〈◊〉 so near him she was 〈◊〉 And being very pleasâ—â—â—ly disposed at that 〈◊〉 Ye drunk with them 〈…〉 of strong 〈…〉 So that his strength 〈…〉 so far from 〈…〉 They laid him down and Judith their was brought unto his Bed When all the Doors about were sâ—ut and every one was 〈◊〉 Hard by the Pillow of his 〈◊〉 his Sword 〈…〉 dawn Then down she took 〈…〉 to 〈…〉 She cut his Head from 〈…〉 quite and gave it to her Maid The rich and Golden Canopy that hung â—â—er his Bed She took the same with her likewise with Holofornes Head And thus through all the Court of Guards she escap'd clean away None did her stay thinking that she had gone forth to pray When she had past escap'd quite the danger of them all And that she was come near unto the siedged Cities wall Come open me the Gates quoth she our Foe the Lord hath slain See here his Head within my hand that bore so great a Fame Upon a Pole they pifcht his Head that all men might it spy And o're the City wall forthwith they set it presently Then all the Souldiers in the town marcht forth in rich Array But sure their Foes spy'd their approach for 't was at break of day Then running hastily to call their General out of Bed They found his liveless Body there but clean without a head UUhen this was known all in amaze they fled away each man They left their tents full rich behind and so away they ran â—o here behold how God provides for them that in him trust UUhen earthly hope is all in vain he takes us from the dust How often hath our Judith sav'd and kept us from decay Sainst Holofornes and Pope as may he seen this day FINIS 5. A Princely Ditty in praise of the English ROSE Translated out of French AMongst the Princely Paragons Bedeckt with dainty Diamonds UUithin my eye none doth come nigh the sweet Red Rose of England The Lillies pass in bravery In Flanders Spain and Italy But yet the famous flower of France doth honour the Rose of England A s I abroad was walking I heard the small Birds â—â—l king And every one did frauâ— her sâ—ng in praise of the Rose of England The Lillies c. Caesar may vaunt of Histories and Croesus of his happiness But he were blest that may hear in his breast the sweet Red Rose of England The Lillies c. The bravest Lute bring hither And let us sing together Whilst I do ring on every string the praise of the Rose of England The Lillies c. The sweet perfumes and Spices The Wise-men brought to Jesus Did never smell a quarter so well as doth the Rose of England The Lillies c. Then fair and Princely Flower That ever my heart doth power None may be compared to thee which art the fair Rose of England The Lillies c. 6. A Communication between Fancy and desire COme hither â—hepherds Swain Sir what do you requireâ— I pray thee shew thy Name my name is fond Dellre When wast thou â—orsâ— Desire â— in pomp and pride of May By whom sweet Child wast thou 〈◊〉 of fond Conceit men say Tell me who was thy Nurse sweet Youth and sugreâ— joys What was thy Meat and dainty Food sad sighs and great Aâ—noys What had'st thou for to Drink unsavory Lovers teares What Cradle wast thou rocked in in Love devoid of fears What lull'd thee then asleep sweet Speech which likes me best Tell me where is thy dwelling place in gentle Hearts I rest What thing doth please thee most to gaze on beauty still UUhom dost thou think to be thy Foe disdain of thy good-will Doth Company displease ye sure many a one UUhere doth desire delight to live he loves to live alone Doth either time or Age bring him into decay No no Desire both lives and dyes ten thousand times a day Then fond Desires farewel thou art no meat for me I would loath to dwell with such a one as thee FINIS THE THIRD PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL Song 1. A Maids Choice 'twixt Age and Youth CRabbed Age and Youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasure Age is full of care Youth 's like Summers morn Age like winters weather Youth is full of sport Age's breath is short Youth is wild and Age is lame Youth is hot and bold Age is weak and cold Youth is wild and Age is tame Age I do abhor thee Youth I do adore thee O my Love my Lord is Young Age I do defie thee O sweet Shepherd hye thee for methinks thou stay'st too long Here I do attend arm'd by love and pleasure UUith my youthful Friend joyful for to meet 〈…〉 for my onely treasure Genus sugred habit fancy dainty sweet Like a loveing wife So lead I my life thirsting for my hearts desire Come sweet Youth I pray Away Old Man away thou canst not give what I require For Old Age I care not Come my love and spare not Age is Feeble Youth is strong Age I do defie thee O sweet Shepherd hye thee for methinks thou stay too long Phaebus stay thy Steeds over-swift running Drive not on so fast bright resplendant Sun For fair Dapnes sake now express thy running Pitty on me take else I am undone Your hours swift of flight That waste with Titans sight and so consuâ—ie the chearful â—oy O stay a while with me Till I my Love may see O Youth thou dost so long delay Time will over slip us And in pleasure trip us come away therefore with 〈◊〉 I would not lose an hour For fair Londons Tower Genus therefore help my 〈◊〉 Flora's Banks are spread in their rich attire With their dainty Uiolet and the Priâ—â—rose sweet Dazies white and red fitting Youths desire Whereby the Daffadilly and the Cowslip meet All for youths deâ—ire Their fresh Colours move in the Meadows green an◠〈◊〉 The Birds with sweeter Roâ—ts Do strain their pritty throats to entertain my love this way I with twenty wishes And an hundred kisses would receive him by the hand If he gave not me a fall I would him Coward call and all unto my word would stand Lo where he appears like young Adonis Ready to set on fire the chasest heart alive Jewel of my life welcome where thine own is Pleasant are thy looks sorrows to deprive Embrasing thy Darling Dear Without all doubtful fear on thy command I wholly rest Do what thou wilt to me Therein I agree and be not strange to my request To Youth I only yield Age fits not Venus field though I be conquered what care I In such a pleasant war Come meet me if you dare who first mislikes let them cry