47. GEORGE GASCOIGNE A Lover's Lullaby ING lullaby, as women do, SING 1525?-77 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; As womanly as can the best. First lullaby my youthful years, It is now time to go to bed: Have won the haven within my head. Since courage quails and comes behind, Next lullaby my gazing eyes, Which wonted were to glance apace; For every glass may now suffice To show the furrows in thy face. And lullaby my wanton will; Let reason's rule now reign thy thought; Since all too late I find by skill How dear I have thy fancies bought; With lullaby now take thine ease, Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes, But welcome pain, let pleasure pass. 48. ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE The Night is Near Gone EY! now the day dawis; HEY The jolly cock crawis; Now shroudis the shawis Thro' Nature anon. On lovers wha lyis: The nicht is neir gone. The fieldis ouerflowis As red as the rone. 48. shroudis] dress themselves. shawis] woods. clears. gowans] daisies. low] flame. 1540?-1610? skaillis] rone] rowan. The turtle that true is, The nicht is neir gone. Now hairtis with hindis On ground quhair they grone. Aye passis in pairis ; Quhilk duly declaris The nicht is ǹeir gone. The season excellis Through sweetness that smellis; Our hairtis echone All courageous knichtis The breist-plate that bright is Through courage, and crampis, The nicht is neir gone. pairty] partner, mate. grone] groan, bell. mates. fone] foes. lampis] gallops. tursis] carry. tyndis] antlers. maikis] crampis] prances. hurchonis] hedgehogs, 'urchins.' 49. The freikis on feildis Are broke on their breistis : So hard are their hittis, On ground quhile they grone. The nicht is neir gone. WILLIAM STEVENSON Folly Good Ale and Old I CANNOT eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink I stuff my skin so full within Back and side go bare, go bare ; 48. freikis] men, warriors. 1530?-1575 wight wapins] stout weapons. flittis] are at Titan] over against Titan (the sun), or read 'as.' But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, I love no roast but a nut-brown toast, A little bread shall do me stead ;. No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow, I am so wrapp'd and thoroughly lapp'd Back and side go bare, go bare, &c. And saith, Sweetheart, I took my part Back and side go bare, go bare, &c. Now let them drink till they nod and wink, They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to; And all poor souls that have scour'd bowls God save the lives of them and their wives, Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, |