There come, he steals her shafts away, But, ere she wakes, hies thence apace. And spies the shepherd standing by; And to the nymph he ran amain. She shot, and shot, but all in vain ; Her angry eyes were great with tears, She blames her hand, she blames her skill; The bluntness of her shafts she fears, 35 Take heed, sweet nymph, trye not thy shaft, Alas! thou know'st not Cupids craft; 40 Yet try she will, and pierce some bare; Her hands were glov'd, but next to hand Was that fair breast, that breast so rare, That made the shepherd senseless stand., That breast she pierc'd; and through that breast 45 At feeling of this new-come guest, Lord! how this gentle nymph did start! She runs not now; she shoots no more; VOL. I. 50 Though mountains meet not, lovers may ; 55 XI. The Character of a Happy Life. This little moral poem was writ by Sir Henry Wotton, who died Provost of Eton, in 1639, Æt. 72. It is printed from a little collection of his pieces, entitled Reliquiæ Wottonianæ, 1651, 12mo, compared with one or two other copies. How happy is he born and taught Whose passions not his masters are; Who hath his life from rumours freed; 5 10 Who envies none whom chance doth raise, How deepest wounds are given with praise, 15 Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend, With a well-chosen book or friend! This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or feare to fall; 20 XII. 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 Richelieu. 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, Queen of Scots: ex. gr. "The Queen of Scots possessed nought, That my love let me want: 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 seems to have received some modern corrections. Indeed the common popular ballad contained some indecent luxuriances that required the pruninghook. GILDEROY was a bonnie boy, It was, I weene, a comelie sight, To see sae trim a boy; He was my jo and hearts delight, O sike twa charming een he had, Ah, wae is mee! I mourn the day, 5 10 15 |