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FROM THE DEATH OF CHAUCER TO THE AGE OF ELIZABETH
A. D. 1400-1558.
18. JAMES I. 1394-1437. (Manual, p. 60.)
From the King's Quair (Quire or Book).
On his BELOVED.
The longè dayès and the nightės eke,
I would bewail my fortune in this wise,
For which, again? distress comfort to seek
My custom was, on mornès, for to rise
Early as day: 0 happy exercise!
By thee come I to joy out of torment;
But now to purpose of my first intent.
Bewailing in my chamber, thus alone,
Despaired of all joy and remedy,
For-tired of my thought, and woe begone;
And to the window gan I walk in hye,
To see the world and folk that went forby;
As for the time (though I of mirthis food
Might have no more) to look it did me good.
Now was there made fast by the touris wall
A garden fair; and in the corners set
An herbere green; with wandis long and small
Railed about and so with treeis set
Was all the place, and hawthorn hedges knet,
That life was none (a) walking there forby
That might within scarce any wight espy.
Of her array the form gif I shall write,
Toward her golden hair, and rich attire, s Against
In fret wise coucher with pearlis white,
And greatè balas • lemyng as the fire;
With many an emerant and faire sapphire,
And on her head a chaplet fresh of hue,
Of plumys parted red and white and blue.
About her neck, white as the fyr amaille,'
A goodly chain of small orfevyrie, 8
Whereby there hang a ruby without fail
Like to a heart yshapen verily,
That as a spark of loweo so wantonly
Seemèd burnyng upon her white throat;
Now gif there was good parly God it wote.
And for to walk that freshè mayè's morrow,
An hook she had upon her tissue white,
That goodlier had not been seen toforrow,
As I suppose, and girt she was a lyte !
Thus halfling 1? loose for haste; to such delight
It was to see her youth in goodlihead,
That for rudeness to speak thereof I dread.
In her was youth, beauty with humble port,
Bounty, richess, and womanly feature:
(God better wote than my pen can report)
Wisdom largèss, estate and cunning sure,
In a word in deed, in shape and countenance,
That nature might no more her childe avance.
& Rubies & Burning.
8 Goldsmith's work.
1 Mr. Ellis conjectures that this is an error, for fair email, i. & enam! 9 Fire.
10 Heretofore. U A little. 18 Ball.
19. WILLIAM DUNBAR, about 1465–1520. (Manual, p. 60.)
From the Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins.
IRE, PRIDE, AND ENVY.
And first of all in dance was Pryd,
With hair wyl'd bak, bonet on side,
Like to mak vaistie wainis; ?
And round about him, as a quheill,:
Hang all in rumpilis to the heill,
His kethat for the nanis.
Mony proud trompour with him trippit,®
Throw skaldan fyre ay as they skippit,?
They girnd with hyddous granis.s
Then Ire cam in with sturt and strife,
His hand was ay upon his knyfe,
He brandeist lyk a beir;
Bostaris, braggaris, and b'ırganeris, 10
After him passit into pairis, "
All bodin in feir of weir. 12
In jakkis stryppis and bonnettis of steil,"
Thair leggis were chenyirt to the heill, "
Frawart was thair affeir. 16
Sum upon uder with brands beft, 16
Some jaggit uthers to the heft 17
With knyves that scherp coud scheir."
Next in the dance followit Invy, 19
Fild full of feid and fellony,20
Hid malice and dispyte,
For privy haterit that tratour trymlet; si
Him followit mony freik dissymlit, 22
With fenyiet wordis quhyte. 23
And flattereris into menis faces, 24
And backbyteris of sundry races 25
To ley that had delyte, 26
With rownaris of false lesingis; 27
Allace, that courtis of noble kingis 28
Of thame can nevir be quyte. 29
Then Irp came with trouble and strife. 10 Boasters, braggarts, and bullios, 11 After him pas e in pairs. 12 All arrayed in feature of war. 13 In coats of armor and bonnets of steel. 14 Their legs were chained to the heel. (Probably it means covered with iron net-work.) 15 Froward was their aspect. 16 Some struck upon others with brands. 17 Some stuck others to the hilt. 18 With knives tha: sharply could mangle. 19 Followed Envy. 20 Filled full of quarrel and felony. 21 For privy hatred that traitor trembled. 22 Ilim followed many a dissembling renegado. 23 With feigned words fair or white. 24 And flatterers to men's faces. 23 And backbiters of sundry races. 26 To lie that had delight 27 With spreaders of false lies. 28 Alas that courts of noble kings. 29 Of them can never be rid.
20. Sir David LYNDSAY. 1490–1557. (Manual, p. 69.)
MELDRUM's Duel WITH THE ENGLISH CHAMPION TALBART.
Then clariouns and trumpets blew,
And weiriours' many hither drew;
On eviry side come? mony man
To behald wha the battel wan.
The field was in the meadow green,
Quhare everie man micht weil be seen:
The heraldis put thanı sa in order,
That na man past within the border,
Nor preissitto com within the green,
Bot heraldis and the campiouns keen;
The order and the circumstance
Wer lang to put in remembrance.
Quhen thir twa nobill men of weir
Wer weill accounterit in their geir,
And in thair handis strong burdounis,
Than trumpettis blew and clariounis,
And heraldis cryit hie on hicht,
Now let thame go-God shaw. the richt.
Than trumpettis blew triumphantly,
And thay twa campiouns eagerlie,
They spurrit their hors with spier on breist,
Pertly to prief their pith they preist."
That round rink-room was at utterance,
Bot Talbart's hors with ane mischance
He outterit,' and to run was laith ; 10
Quharof Talbart was wonder wraith."
The Squyer furth his rink 12 he ran,
Commendit weill with every man,
And him discharget of his speir
Honestlie, like ane man of weir.
The trenchour 13 of the Squyreis speir
Stak still into Sir Talbart's geir;
Than everie man into that steid 14
Did all beleve that he was dede.
The Squyer lap richt haistillie
From his coursour 15 deliverlie,
And to Sir Talbart made support,
And humillie 16 did him comfort.
When Talbart saw into his schield
Ane otter in ane silver field,
This race, said he, I sair may rew,
For I see weill my dreame was true;
Methocht yon otter gart" me bleid,
And buir 18 me backwart from my sted;
But heir I vow to God soverane,
That I sall never just 19 agane.
And sweitlie to the Squiyre said,
Thou knawis 20 the cunning 21 that we made,
Quhilk 22 of us twa suld tyne 23 the field,
He suld baith hors and armour yield
Till him 24 that wan, quhairfore I will
My hors and harness geve thé till.
Then said the Squyer, courteouslie,
Brother, I thank you hartfullie;
Of you, forsooth, nothing I crave,
For I have gotten that I would have.
B.- ENGLISH POETS. 21. Johx SKELTON, d. 1529. (Manual, p. 65.)
ATTACK UPON WOLSEY.
But this mad Amalek
Like to a Mamelek,'
He regardeth lords
No more than potshords;
He is in such elation
Of his exaltation,
And the supportation
Of our sovereign lord,
That, God to record,'
He ruleth all at will,
Without reason or skill;'
Howbeit the primordial
Of his wretched original,
And his base progeny,
And his greasy genealogy,
He came of the sank royal
That was cast out of a butcher's stall.
He would dry up the streams
Of nine kings' reams,
All rivers and wells,
All water that swells;
For with us he so mells?
That within England dwells,
I wold he were somewhere else;
For else by and by
He will drink us so dry,
And suck us so nigh,
That men shall scantly
Have penny or halfpenny.
God save his noble grave,
And grant him a place
Endless to dwell
With the devil of hell!