From London to Winchester, and And still I him pursued with speed 80 In honor and great fame; And thus by death was suddenlye Deprived of the same. V 92, feates. MS. 100 VI. A Byttie to Hey Downe. Copied from an old MS. in the Cotton library, [Vesp. A. 25,] entitled "Divers things of Hen. viij's time." WHO sekes to tame the blustering winde, To'change' things frame by cunning skyll: That man I thinke bestoweth paine, Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine. Who strives to breake the sturdye steele, Which never can by force be done: Who thinks to stryve against the streame, His travell ys forelorne and waste; And so in cure of all his paine, Ver. 4, causse. MS. 5 10 15 So he lykewise, that goes about A golden gyft with him to beare ; God grant eche man one to amend; God send us all a happy place; And let us pray unto the end, That we may have our princes grace: Amen, amen! so shall we gaine A dewe reward for all our paine. 20 25 30 VII. Glasgerion. An ingenious friend thinks that the following old ditty (which is printed from the Editor's folio MS.) may possibly have given birth to the Tragedy of The Orphan, in which Polidore intercepts Monimia's intended favours to Castalio. See what is said concerning the hero of this song, (who is celebrated by Chaucer under the name of Glaskyrion,) in the Essay prefixed to vol. i., note (H), part iv. (2.) GLASGERION was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode: He harped in the kings chambere, Faire might he fall, ladye, quoth hee, I have loved you, ladye, seven longe yeere But come to my bower, my Glasgeriòn, When all men are att rest: 15 As I am a ladie true of my promise, Thou shalt bee a welcome guest. 20 Home then came Glasgèrion, A glad man, lord! was hee. And, come thou hither, Jacke my boy; Come hither unto mee. For the kinges daughter of Normandye 25 Hath granted mee my boone: And att her chambere must I bee O master, master, then quoth hee, 30 |