From eyes, from ears, from navel and nose, And from the lower parts, The blood, methought, did gushing run, And clodded like men's hearts. I asked why that punishment Was upon Swearers laid; Because, quoth one, wounds, blood, and heart, Was still the oath they made. And therewithal from ugly hell, Such shrieks and cries I heard, As though some greater grief and plague So that my soul was sore afraid, Such terror on me fell : Away then went the young man quite, Wherefore unto my body straight, My closed eyes I opened And raised from my swound, I wonder'd much to see myself Laid so upon the ground. Which when my neighbours did behold, Great fear upon them fell, To whom soon after I did tell, The news from heaven and hell. LXXV. "THE TURTLE DOVE, OR, The Wooing in the Wood, being a pleasant new Song of two Constant Lovers." To the tune of The North Country Lass. [Black letter, for the Assigns of T. Symcocke.] WHEN Flora she had deckt The fields with flowers fair, My love and I did walk abroad, Fair Phoebus brightly shin'd, And gently warm'd each thing, Where every creature then did seem To welcome in the Spring. VOL. 1. Into a pleasant grove, By nature trimly made: The bubbling brooks did glide, The gentle lambs, and nimble fawns, The birds with sugar'd notes, Then I began to talk Of lovers in their bliss, I wood her, and courted her. With that she straightway said, Doth tell a heavy tale. That in her maiden years, By man she had much wrong, Which makes her now with thorn in breast To sing a mournful song. With that I lent an ear, To hear sweet Philomel, Amongst the other birds in woods, And she this tale did tell. Fair maids be warn'd by me, To live in woods and groves Both morning, noon, and night. The throstle-cock did say, Fy! Phil, you are to blame, Although that one did do amiss, Will all men do the same? No quoth, the ousel then, Unto my mate. and dearest love The blackbird having spoke, The mag-pie up did start, And straight began to chatter, Believe not men, they all are false, For they will lie and flatter. Then up upon a leaf The wren leapt by and by, And said bold parrot your pied-coat, Shews you can cog and lie. SECOND PART. Then robin redbreast said, No, said the linet then, Your breast it is too yellow, For let your love be ne'er so true, Another bird starts up, Being call'd the popinjay, And said, fair mistress, view me well, My coat is fine and gay. |