"In days when our King Robert reigned, His breeches cost but half a crown; He said they were a groat too dear, And ca'd the tailor thief and loun. "O Bell, my wife, why dost thou flout? If thou wilt prove a good husband, E'en take thy auld cloak about thee." Bell, my wife, she loves not strife, I'm forced to yield, though I'm gude man. It's not for a man with a woman to threape Unless he first give o'er the plea : As we began so will we leave, And I'll take my auld cloak about me. UNKNOWN. THE BARRING O' THE DOOR. IT fell about the Martinmas time, And she boiled them in the pan. The wind sae cauld blew east and north, "My hand is in my huswif's kap, Gudeman, as ye may see; An' it should nae be barred this hundred year, It's no be barred for me." They made a paction 'tween them twa, Then by there came twa gentlemen Nor coal nor candle light. And first they ate the white puddings, Yet ne'er a word she spak'. Then said the one unto the other, "Here, man, tak' ye my knife! But I can let thee now alone, I do confess thou 'rt sweet; yet find That kisses everything it meets; And since thou canst with more than one, Thou 'rt worthy to be kissed by none. The morning rose that untouched stands Armed with her briers, how sweetly smells! But plucked and strained through ruder hands, THOMAS HEYWOOD. [About 1640.] GOOD-MORROW. PACK clouds away, and welcome day, Wake from thy nest, robin red breast; SEARCH AFTER GOD. No more her sweetness with her dwells, I soUGHT thee round about, O thou my But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Offended with my question, in full choir, | I answered: The all-potent, sole, imAnswered, "To find thy God thou must look higher.' I asked the world's great universal mass If that God was; mense, Surpassing sense; Unspeakable, inscrutable, eternal, The only terrible, strong, just, and true, Who hath no end, and no beginning knew. Which with a mighty and strong voice And now, my God, by thine illumining replied, As stupefied, ""I am not he, O man! for know that I By him on high Was fashioned first of nothing; thus instated And swayed by him by whom I was created. grace, Thy glorious face (So far forth as it may discovered be) And though invisible and infinite, Thou, in thy mercy, justice, truth, appearest, In which, to our weak sense, thou comest nearest. O, make us apt to seek and quick to find, Thou, God, most kind! Give us love, hope, and faith, in thee to trust, Thou, God, most just! Remit all our offences, we entreat, Most good! most great! Grant that our willing, though unworthy quest through thy grace, admit us 'mongst the blest. May, HENRY KING. [1591-1669.] SIC VITA. LIKE to the falling of a star, Stay for me there! I will not fail Through which to thee I swiftly glide. "T is true, with shame and grief I yield, The thought of this bids me go on, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. [1612-1650.] I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE. My dear and only love, I pray As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone; He either fears his fate too much, JAMES SHIRLEY. [1596-1666.] DEATH THE LEVELLER. THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds: |