My Lady thou must be no more, Must now content thy Mind : Such great Foes I find. When gentle Griffel Did hear these woeful Tydings, No Words of Discontentment Moft patiently she stripped off, Her Kertle of Silk with the fame : Her Ruffet Gown Was brought again with many a Scoff, To hear them her felf fhe did frame : Unto my Lord, quoth fhe; Farewel, my Dear, faid fhe. From Princely Palace Poor Griffel the is gone; Full fifteen Winters She lived there contented, No Wrong the thought upon : And at this time through all The Land the Speeches went, The Marquifs fhould married be, Unto Unto a Noble Lady, Of high Defcent, And to the fame all Parties did agree. The Bride's Bed-Chamber to prepare, Might be found awry. The Bride was with her Brother come, And in the Morning When as they should be wedded, Her Patience there was try'd, Griffel was charged, Herself in friendly manner For to attire the Bride: Moft willingly She gave confent to do the fame ; And presently The Noble Marquifs thither came, If to this Match thou wilt agree? Are waxed wond'rous coy : The Marquifs was moved, Thus Patient in Distress ; He stept unto her, And by the Hand he took her, Thou Thou art my Bride, And all the Brides I mean to have : These two thine own Children be. The youthful Lady On her Knees did Bleffing crave, Her Brother as well as the. And you that envy her Estate, Whom I have made my chofen Mate, And honour virtuous Life ; XXXVII. The XXXVII. A Godly Warning to all heard of afterwards. County of in To the Tune of, The Lady's Fall, &c. Child Among the feveral Subjects I have hitherto entered upon, I have not yet touch'd upon the Miraculous, to the no little Difappointment, I am afraid, of my aged Female Readers, who, like the Justice in the What d'ye Call it, doubtless expect in fuch a Collection a Competency of Ghosts. To comply with their Tafte, I have inferted the two following Songs, which, as they are very extraordinary in their Kind, will, I hope,make fome Amends for their waiting fo long; the former indeed is a very popu lar One, and I am well affur'd the latter has its Admirers. You YOU dainty Dames fo finely fram'd You And you that trip it up and down, Most wond'rous in its Kind, Not far from Nottingham, of late, There dwelt a fair and comely Dame, For Beauty without Peer; Her Cheeks were like the Crimson Rofe, The fairest Face, the falfeft Heart, This gallant Dame she was belov'd And many fought in Marriage Bed At last a handfome proper Youth, Such Love and Liking here was found, Had ftol'n away the Maiden's Heart, Did pafs between them two, That nothing could but Death itself, He brake a Piece of Gold in twain, |