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This will remind the reader of the livery and device of Charles Brandon, a private gentleman, who married the Queen-dowager of France, sister of Henry VIII. At a tournament which he held at his wedding, the trappings of his horse were half cloth of gold, and half frieze, with the following motto:

"Cloth of Gold, do not despise,

Tho' thou art matcht with Cloth of Frize;

Cloth of Frize, be not too bold,

Tho' thou art matcht with Cloth of Gold."

See Sir W. Temple's Misc. vol. iii. p. 356.

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The Sweet Neglect.

This little madrigal (extracted from Ben Jonson's Silent Woman, act i. sc. 1, first acted in 1609) is in imitation of a Latin poem printed at the end of the variorum edit. of Petronius, beginning, "Semper munditias, semper Basilissa, decoras," &c. See Whalley's Ben Jonson, vol. ii. p. 420.

STILL to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be poud'red, still perfum'd;
Lady, it is to be presum'd,

Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.

Give me a looke, give me a face
That makes simplicitie a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, haire as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all th' adulteries of art

That strike mine eyes, but not my heart.




The Children in the Wood.

The subject of this very popular ballad (which has been set in so favourable a light by the Spectator, No. 85) seems to be taken from an old play, entitled, "Two lamentable Tragedies; the one of the murder of Maister Beech, a chaudler in Thames-streete, &c. The other of a young child murthered in a wood by two ruffins, with the consent of his unkle. By Rob. Yarrington, 1601, 4to." Our balladmaker has strictly followed the play in the description of the father and mother's dying charge: in the uncle's promise to take care of their issue: his hiring two ruffians to destroy his ward, under pretence of sending him to school: their choosing a wood to perpetrate the murder in: one of the ruffians relenting, and a battle ensuing, &c. In other respects he has departed from the play. In the latter, the scene 18 laid in Padua: there is but one child, which is murdered by a sudden stab of the unrelenting ruffian: he is slain himself by his less VOL. II.

bloody companion; but ere he dies he gives the other a mortal wound : the latter living just long enough to impeach the uncle: who, in consequence of this impeachment, is arraigned and executed by the hand of justice, &c. Whoever compares the play with the ballad, will have no doubt but the former is the original: the language is far more obsolete, and such a vein of simplicity runs through the whole performance, that, had the ballad been written first, there is no doubt but every circumstance of it would have been received into the drama: whereas this was probably built on some Italian novel.

Printed from two ancient copies, one of them in black-letter in the Pepys collection. Its title at large is,-" The Children in the Wood: or, the Norfolk Gentleman's Last Will and Testament: to the tune of Rogero, &c."

Now ponder well, you parents deare,

These wordes which I shall write;

A doleful story you shall heare,
In time brought forth to light.

A gentleman of good account
In Norfolke dwelt of late,

Who did in honour far surmount

Most men of his estate.

Sore sicke he was, and like to dye,
No helpe his life could save;



His wife by him as sicke did lye,

And both possest one grave.

No love between these two was lost,

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But if the children chance to dye,

Ere they to age should come,


Their uncle should possesse their wealth;
For so the wille did run.

"Now, brother," said the dying man,

"Look to my children deare;

Be good unto my boy and girl,
No friendes else have they here:
To God and you I recommend
My children deare this daye;
But little while be sure we have
Within this world to staye.



"You must be father and mother both, And uncle all in one;

God knowes what will become of them,
When I am dead and gone."

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"God bless you both, my children deare;" With that the teares did fall.


These speeches then their brother spake

To this sicke couple there:

"The keeping of your little ones,
Sweet sister, do not feare.
God never prosper me nor mine,
Nor aught else that I have,

If I do wrong your children deare,
When you are layd in grave."


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