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And with earl Douglas there was slain
Sir Hugh Montgomery;
One foot would never flee.
His sister's son was he;
Yet saved could not be.
Did with earl Douglas die;
Scarce fifty-five did fly.
Went home but fifty-three;
Under the green-wood tree. Next day did many widows come,
Their husbands to bewail ; They washed their wounds in brinish tears,
But all would not prevail. Their bodies, bathed in purple gore,
They bare with them away : They kissed them dead a thousand times,
When they were clad in clay. This news was brought to Edinburgh,
Where Scotland's king did reign, That brave earl Douglas suddenly
Was by an arrow slain. “O heavy news!” king James did say,
“ Scotland can witness be, I have not any captain more,
Of such account as he.”
Within as short a space,
Was slain in Chevy Chase.
“Now God be with him!” said our king,
“ Since 'twill no better be:
Five hundred as good as he.
But I will vengeance take:
For brave earl Percy's sake.”
After, at Humdledown:
With lords of great renown.
Did many thousands die:
Made by the earl Percy.
In plenty, joy and peace;
'Twixt noblemen may cease !
XXV. JOHN LILLY.
SONG OF THE FAIRIES.
Nor pry into our fairy wooing. 1st Fairy. Pinch him blue. 2d Fa. And pinch him 3rd Fairy
Let him not lack [black Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red,
Till sleep has rocked his addle head. 4th Fairy. For the trespass he hath done,
Spots all o'er his flesh shall run.
2. CUPID AND CAMPASPE.
O Love! has she done this to thee ?
XXVI. STERNHOLD AND HOPKINS.
The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens high,
The darkness of the sky.
Full royally he rode,
Came flying all abroad.
XXVII. GEORGE CHAPMAN.
Perfect happiness by princes sought,
Holds with a sceptre as can keep confined
2. VOYAGE TO CHRYSE.
The youths crowned cups of wine, Drank off and filled again to all : that day was held divine, And spent in pæans to the Sun, who heard with pleased When whose bright chariot stooped to sea, and twilight
held the clear, All soundly on their cables slept, e'en till the night was
worn ; And when the Lady of the Light, the rosy-finger'd morn, Rose from the hills, all fresh arose and to the camp retired, While Phæbus with a fore-right wind their swelling
XXVIII. GEORGE PEELE.
The feeble eyes of our aspiring thoughts
May brightly be refined, and shine to heaven.
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit !
Could bear me, and the joys I quit.
XXX. SIR JOHN HARRINGTON
On trees along the river's brink:
Yet they that thral us thus by wrong,
Amid our sorrows ask a song.
As once you sang at any hand :
Jehovah's songs in stranger's land ?
Yet let my hand forget all plays,
If Salem I forget to praise.
Let to my roof my tongue be glued,
Lord, think on Eden's race so rude
That thus that day did whet this nation,