Then ftraight Morocco's king he flew, For their repast did think it best: Leaving her with the eunuch there, Whilst he did go to kill the deer. 235 But But lo! all in his abfence came Two hungry lyons fierce and fell, And tore the eunuch on the fame In pieces fmall, the truth to tell; Down by the lady then they laid, Whereby they fhew'd, fhe was a maid. 240 But when he came from hunting back, And did behold this heavy chance, Then for his lovely virgin's fake Within the lady Sabra's fight: Who all this while fad and demure, Now when St. George did furely know This lady was a virgin true, 255 His heart was glad, that erft was woe, And all his love did foon renew: He fet her on a palfrey steed, And towards England came with speed. Where LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY. This excellent fong is ancient: but we could only give it from a modern copy. Where the midge dares not venture, Lest herself fast she lay; If love come, he will enter, You may esteem him A child for his might; Or you may deem him A coward from his flight; But if fhe, whom love doth honour, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him, By having him confin'd; And fome do fuppose him, Poor thing, to be blind, But if ne'er fo clofe ye wall him, Do the best that you may, Blind love, if fo ye call him, Will find out his way. You may train the eagle To stoop to your fift; Or you may inveigle The phenix of the east; The lionefs, ye may move her To give o'er her prey; But you'll ne'er stop a lover: He will find out his way. 15 20 30 35 40 IV. LORD IV. LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET, A SCOTTISH BALLAD, Pems to be compofed (not without improvements) out of two ar nt English ones printed in the former part of this vote See book ballad XV. and book II. ballaa IV. ใน 1 this has been the miginal, the authors of those two balLad's wouli hardly have adopted two fuch different ftories: beldes this contains enlargements not to be found in either of the others It is given with fome corrections, from a MS. copy tranfmitted from Scotland. L ORD Thomas and fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill; Whan night was cum, and fun was fett, They had not talkt their fill. Lord Thomas faid a word in jeft, Fair Annet took it ill; A'! I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends will VOL. III. R 5 Oif |