And as, poor Lady, she stood 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 stately 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 ftir the Coach A Judgment lately fent from Heav'n, King Edward then, as Wisdom will'd, But she deny'd; and wish'd, that God If If that upon fo vile a Thing She wish'd the Ground might open wide, Into the Ground alive; When, after that, the languifh'd fore Thus have you heard the Fall of Pride; For, thofe that will forfwear themselves, 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 makeshisCountrymen 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 Prisoners. On the other hand, the fame Hiftorian fays, There were a Hun dred |