With coftly gifts and jewels fine, They did endeavour her to win; With banquets and the choicest wine, Most persons were of high degree, 65 Who courted fair Penelope. With modesty and comely grace, Her book her dayly comfort was, Powder and paint fhe ne'er would ufe. I wish all ladies were as free From pride, as was Penelope. She in her needle took delight, And likewife in her fpinning-wheel; Her maids about her every night The spiders, that on rafters twine, Sometimes fhe would bewail the lofs And abfence of her dearest love: I fear my lord is flain, quoth fhe, At length the ten years fiege of Troy And to the Grecians was great joy, To fee the towers to afhes turn'd; Then came Ulyffes home to fee O blame her not if she was glad, Fair ladies all example take; And hence a worthy leffon learn, All youthful follies to fortake, And vice from virtue to discern; And let all women strive to be, 85 99 95 100 105 IX. TO XI. TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. By Col. Richard Lovelace: from the volume of his poems, intitled, "Lucafta, Lond. 1649." 12mo. The elegance of this writer's manner would be more admired, if it had fomewhat more of fimplicity. ELL me not, fweet, I am unkinde,' TE That from the nunnerie Of thy chafte breast and quiet minde, To warre and armes I flie. True, a new mistreffe now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith imbrace Yet this inconftancy is fuch, As you too fhall adore; I could not love thee, deare, fo much, 5 10 XII. VALENTINE AND UR SINE: The old ftory-book of Valentine and Orfon (which fuggefted the plan of this tale. but it is not frictly followed in it) was originally a tranflation from the French, being one of their earliest attempts at romance. See "Le Bibliotheque "de Romans, &c." The circumftance of the bridge of bells is taken from the old metrical legend of Sir Bevis, and has also been copied in the Seven Champions. The original lines are, "Over the dyke a bridge there lay, "That man and beeft might paffe away: Sign. E. iv. In the Editor's folio MS. was an old Poem on this fubject, in a wretched corrupt flate, unworthy the prefs: from which were taken fuch particulars as could be adopted. WH PART THE FIRST. HEN Flora 'gins to decke the fields Then holy clerkes their mattins fing The The king of France that morning fair To Artois foreft prancing forth In all his princelye pride. To grace his fports a courtly train Of gallant peers attend; And with their loud and cheerful cryes The hills and valleys rend. Through the deep forest swift they pass, When down within a lonely dell They found a new-born child; All in a scarlet kercher lay'd Of filk fo fine and thin: A golden mantle wrapt him round Pinn'd with a filver pin. The fudden fight furpriz'd them all ; The courtiers gather'd round; They look, they call, the mother feek; 5 10 15 10 No mother could be found. At length the king himself drew near, 25 The pretty babe look'd up and fmii'd, And stretch'd his little hands. Now, |