And as, poor Lady; fhe flood bound, Thus dy'd the Mayor of London's Wife, Which made the Spaniard grow more proud, The Wheat that daily made her Bread, The Food that fed this ftately Dame, The Water that did spring from Ground, But wash'd her Hands with Dew of Heav'n, She bath'd her Body many a time In Fountains fill'd with Milk; But coming then to London back, Four Horfes could not stir the Coach A Judgment lately fent from Heav'n, King Edward then, as Wisdom will'd, But she deny'd; and with'd, that God If that upon fo vile a Thing Her Heart did ever think, She wish'd the Ground might open wide, When, after that, she languish'd fore Thus have you heard the Fall of Pride; For, thofe that will forfwear themselves, Both Wives and Maidens all; Bear this imprinted on your Mind, That 'Pride must have a Fall. XIV. An XIV. An Unhappy Memorable Song of the Hunting in Chevy-Chace, between Earl Piercy of England, and Earl Douglas of Scotland. To the Tune of Flying Fame. It would be a very difficult Matter to fay, Whether the Partiality of our Poet towards the English, or that of Buchanan, in the Account he gives us of this Part of History towards the Scots, be greater. The former brings but Fifteen Hundred Englishmen into the Field, against Two Thousand Scots; yet makeshis Countrymen ftand their Ground with Fifty three, whilst their Enemies fly with Fifty five. The other afferts, That in the Action which gave birth to this Song, the English Army was far fuperior in Number; yet were there flain of them, in that Battel, Eighteen Hundred and forty, about a Thousand wounded, and a Thousand and forty taken Prifoners. On the other hand, the fame Hiftorian fays, There were a Hun dred |