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The crafty boy that sees her sleep,
Whom if she wak'd he durst not see;
Behind her closely seeks to creep,
Before her nap should ended bee.
There come, he steals her shafts away,
But, ere she wakes, hies thence apace.
Scarce was he gone, but she awakes,
Forth flew the shaft, and pierc'd his heart,
That to the ground he fell with pain:
Yet up again forthwith he start,
Amazed to see so strange a sight,
She shot, and shot, but all in vain;
The more his wounds, the more his might,
Her angry eyes were great with tears,
And try them on herself she will.
Take heed, sweet nymph, trye not thy shaft,
Revenge is joy; the end is smart.
Yet try she will, and pierce some bare;
That breast she pierc'd; and through that breast Love found an entry to her heart;
At feeling of this new-come guest,
Lord! how this gentle nymph did start?
She runs not now; she shoots no more ;
Though mountains meet not, lovers may :
The god of love sate on a tree,
And laught that pleasant sight to see.
THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE.
This little moral poem was writ by Sir HENRY WOTTON, who died Provost of Eaton in 1639. Æt. 72. It is printed from a little collection of his pieces, entitled BELIQUIE WOTTONIANE, 1651, 12mo; compared with one or two other copies.
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not anothers will;
And simple truth his highest skill:
Whose passions not his masters are;
Not ty'd unto the world with care
Of princes ear, or vulgar breath:
Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat :
Nor ruine make oppressors great:
Who envies none, whom chance doth raise,
How deepest wounds are given with praise; 15
Who God doth late and early pray
With a well-chosen book or friend.
This man is freed from servile bands
was a famous robber, who lived about the middle of the last century, if we may credit the histories and story-books of highwaymen, which relate many improbable feats of him, as his robbing Cardinal Richlieu, Oliver Cromwell, &c. But these stories have probably no other authority than the records of Grub-street: At least the GILDEROY, who is the hero of Scottish Songsters, seems to have lived in an earlier age; for, in Thompson's Orpheus Caledonius, vol. ii. 1733, 8vo. is a copy of this ballad, which, though corrupt and interpolated, contains some lines that appear to be of genuine antiquity: in these he is represented as contemporary with Mary Q. of Scots: ex. gr.
"The Queen of Scots possessed nought,
"For cow and ew to me he brought,
These lines perhaps might safely have been inserted among the following stanzas, which are given from a written copy, that appears to have received some modern corrections. Indeed the common popular ballad contained some indecent luxuriances that required the pruning-hook.
GILDEROY was a bonnie boy,
Wi' garters hanging doune :
He was my jo and hearts delight,
Oh! sike twa charming een he had,
A breath as sweet as rose;
But costly silken clothes;
He never ware a Highland plaid,
He gain'd the luve of ladies gay,
Nane eir tull him was coy:
Ah! wae is mee! I mourn the day