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Museum is a copy of his poem,I lothe that I did love, (vid. book ii. ubi supra) with this title, "A dyttye or sonet made by the ...

IX. Sir Aldingar. ........................................................................................................ This ...

"But if it be false, Sir Aldingar, As God nowe grant it bee! Thy body, I sweare by the holye rood, Shall hang on the gallows tre ...

"Giffe I were a man, as now I am none, A battell wold I prove, To fight with that traitor Aldingar, Att him I cast my glove. "Bu ...

"Why grieve you, damselle faire," he sayd, "And what doth cause you moane?" The damsell scant wolde deigne a looke, But fast she ...

Forthe then stood Sir Aldingar, But when he saw the chylde, He laughed, and scoffed, and turned his backe, And weened he had bee ...

But first he had touchd the lazar man, And stroakt him with his hand: The lazar under the gallowes tree All whole and sounde did ...

"O wow!" quo he, "were I as free, As first when I saw this countrie, How blyth and merry wad I bee! And I wad nevir think lang." ...

Mean time far hind out owre the lee, For snug in a glen, where nane could see, The twa, with kindlie sport and glee Cut frae a n ...

XI. On Thomas Lord Cromwell................................................................................. It is ever the fate ...

Thou woldyst not learne to knowe these thre; But euer was full of iniquite: Wherfore all this lande hathe ben troubled with the. ...

Cromwell's father is generally said to have been a blacksmith at Putney: but the author of this ballad would insinuate that eit ...

XII. Harpalus. AN ANCIENT ENGLISH PASTORAL. .......................................... This beautiful poem, which is perhaps the ...

A man most fit even for the grave, Whom spitefull love had spent. His eyes were red, and all forewacht; His face besprent with t ...

The calfe with many a lusty lambe Do fede their hunger full. "But, wel-away! that nature wrought The, Phylida, so faire: For I m ...

XIII. Robin and Makyne. AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH PASTORAL. ...................... The palm of pastoral poesy is here contested by a c ...

Press ay to pleis, and blyth appeir, Be patient and privie." Robin, he answert her againe, "I wat not quhat is luve; But I hail ...

Then Makyne cried on hie, "Now may thou sing, for I am shent Quhat ailis luve at me? " Makyne went hame withouten fail, And weir ...

Never to fail as uthers feill, Quhat grace so eir I get." "Robin, with thee I will not deill; Adieu, for this we met." Makyne we ...

XIV. Gentle Herdsman, tell to Me. DIALOGUE BETWEEN A PILGRIM AND HERDSMAN. The scene of this beautiful old ballad is laid near W ...