Now let us goe back, Douglas, he fayd, A fickness hath taken yond faire ladìe; If ought befall yond lady but good, 175 Come on, come on, my lord, he fayes; If you'll not turne yourself, my lord, Come on, come on, my lord, he fayes, Come on, come on, and let her bee: My fifter is craftye, and wold beguile A thousand fuch as you and mee. When they had fayled* fifty myle, Hee fent his man to ask the Douglas, When they shold that shooting fee. 180 185 190 *There is no navigable stream between Lough-leven and the fea: but a Ballad-maker is not obliged to understand Geography, VOL. I. X Faire Faire words, quoth he, they make fooles faine, Jamye his hatt pulled over his browe, To tell him what the Douglas fayd. Hold upp thy head, man, quoth his lord; He did it but to prove thy heart, To fee if he cold make it quail. When they had other fifty fayld, Sayd, What wilt thou nowe doe with mee? Looke that your brydle be wight, my lord, And your horfe goe fwift as shipp att sea: Looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe, That you may pricke her while she'll away. What needeth this, Douglas, he fayth; Before that ever I mett with thee. 195 200 205 210 215 A falfe A falfe Hector hath my horse, Who dealt with mee fo treacherouflìe: And all the geere belongs to mee. When they had fayled other fifty mile, 220 A deputed 'laird' landed Lord Percye. 225 Then he at Yorke was doomde to dye, Ver. 224. Fol. MS. reads land, and has not the following flanza. V. MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. This excellent philofophical fong appears to have been famous in the fixteenth century. It is quoted by Ben Jonson in his play of "Every Man out of his Humour," firft acted in 1599, A. 1. Sc. 1. where an impatient perfon fays, "Or, with a number of thefe patient fooles, It is here chiefly printed from a thin quarto Mufic book, intitled, "Pfalmes, Sonets, and Songs of fadnes and "pietie, made into Muficke of five parts: c. By Wil"liam Byrd, one of the Gent. of the Queenes Majefties ho"norable Chappell.-Printed by Thomas Eaft, &c." 4to. no date: but Ames in his Typog. has mentioned another edit. of the Jame book, dated 1588, which I take to have been later than this. Some improvements, and an additional ftanza (fc. the 5th) were had from two other ancient copies; one of them in black letter in the Pepys Collection, thus infcribed, "A "fweet and pleafant fonet, intitled, My Minde to me a "Kingdom is.' To the tune of, In Crete, &c." Some of the ftanzas in this poem were printed by Byrd feparate from the reft: they are here given in what seemed the most natural order. Y minde to me a kingdome is; ΜΥ Such perfect joy therein I finde As farre exceeds all earthly bliffe, That God or Nature hath affignde: Though much I want, that most would have, Content I live, this is my ftay; I feek no more than may fuffice: I preffe to beare no haughtie fway; 5 ΙΘ Loc! 15 20 Loe! thus I triumph like a king, I see how plentie surfets oft, And haftie clymbers foonest fall: I fee that fuch as fit aloft Mishap doth threaten moft of all: These get with toile, and keep with feare: No princely pompe, nor welthie store, No shape to winne a lovers eye; Some have too much, yet still they crave, They are but poore, tho' much they have; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give ; I laugh not at anothers loffe, I grudge not at anothers gaine; No worldly wave my mind can toffe, I brooke that is anothers bane: X 3 -25 30 I feare |