'Ah, deere Lady!' sayd Robin Hoode, Robin thought on Our Lady deere, And soone leapt up againe, And thus he came with an awkwarde stroke; He tooke Sir Guy's head by the hayre, Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe, Saies, Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye, And with me be not wrothe; If thou have had the worse stroakes at my hand, Thou shalt have the better cloathe.' Robin did off his gowne of greene, 'The bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne, Robin sett Guye's horne to his mouth, That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham, 'Hearken! hearken!' sayd the sheriffe, For yonder I heare Sir Guy's horne blowe, 'For yonder I heare Sir Guy's horne blow, For yonder comes that wighty yeoman, 'Come hither, thou good Sir Guy, Aske of mee what thou wilt have:' 'I'le none of thy gold,' sayes Robin Hood, 'Nor I'le none of itt have. 'But now I have slaine the master,' he sayd, 'Let me goe strike the knave; This is all the reward I aske, Nor noe other will I have.' 'Thou art a madman,' said the sheriffe, 'Thou sholdest have had a knight's ffee; Seeing thy asking hath beene soe badd, But Little John heard his master speake, But Robin hee hyed him towards Little John, Fast after him did drive. ENG. POEMS-3 190 195 200 205 210 215 'Stand abacke! stand abacke!' sayd Robin ; 'Why draw you mee soe neere? Itt was never the use in our countrye But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe, But John tooke Guye's bow in his hand Towards his house in Nottingham And soe did all his companye, Not one behind did stay. But he cold neither soe fast goe, Nor away soe fast runn, But Little John, with an arrow broade, Did cleave his heart in twinn. THE RENAISSANCE SIR THOMAS WYATT 1503-1542 A RENOUNCING OF LOVE FAREWELL, Love, and all thy laws forever! To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavor. Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, But 'scaped forth thence since, liberty is lever. With idle youth go use thy property, And thereon spend thy many brittle darts; Me list no longer rotten boughs to climb. 5 ΙΟ A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE A FACE that should content me wondrous well, Of lively look, all grief for to repell, With right good grace, so would I that it should 5 HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURRI 1517-1547 DESCRIPTION OF SPRING THE SOOte season, that bud and bloom forth brings, And thus I see among these pleasant things |