Alas! who was there in philosophy To1 Aristotle in our tongue, but thou? Thou suedest2 eke; men knowë well enow She might have tarried her vengeance a while God bade her so; I trust for all the best. LYDGATE (OUTLINE HISTORY, § 16) A RURAL RETREAT (From the Troy Boke) TILL at the last, among the boughës glade, Like quickë silver in his streamës ran, Of which the gravel and the brightë stone, As any gold, against the sun y-shone. 1 Equal to. • Slain. 7 By chance. 2 Followest. 3 Encumbrance-death. • Bereave. • Stupefied. JAMES I. OF SCOTLAND (OUTLINE HISTORY, § 16) HIS LADY-LOVE SEEN FROM HIS PRISON WINDOW (From The King's Quair) AND therewith cast I down mine eye again, And in my head I drew right hastily, 6 With no wight mo,' but only women twain. Ah, sweet! are ye a worldly creature, Or heavenly thing in likeness of nature ? 'Or are ye god Cupidë's own princess, And comen are to loose me out of band ? Or are ye very Nature, the goddess That have depainted with your heavenly hand This garden full of flowers as they stand ? What shall I think, alas! what reverence Shall I minister to your excellence ? Play. Because. Shock. 'Person. 3 Started. • Little. If ye be worldly wight, that doth me sike,2 That loves you all, and wots of nought but woe? DUNBAR (OUTLINE HISTORY, § 16) MAY MORNING (From The Thistle and the Rose) WHEN March was with varying windës past, In bed at morrow sleeping as I lay, 8 See how the lusty morrow does up spring!' Methought fresh May before my bed upstood, In bright attire of flowers forgëd new, Heavenly of colour, white, red, brown, and blue, 1 Avoid. 5 Matins. 2 Cause to sigh. • Garments. * Innocent. • Since. 11 Rays. Sluggard,' she said, ' awake anon for shame, And in my honour something thou go write: The lark hath done the merry day proclaim, To raise up lovers with comfort and delight; Yet nought increases thy courage to indite, Whose heart sometime has glad and blissful been, Songës to make under the leaves green.' GAWAIN DOUGLAS (OUTLINE HISTORY, § 16) SONG IN PRAISE OF SPRING WELCOME, the Lord of Light and Lamp of Day; Welcome, storer of all kinds bestial; Welcome be thy bright beamës, gladding all; THE NOT-BROWNE MAYD (OUTLINE HISTORY, § 16) HE. Be it ryght or wrong, these men among1 A labour spent in vayne To love them wele, for never a dele2 For late a man do what he can Theyr favour to attayne, Laboureth for nought, for from her thought SHE. 'I say nat nay, but that all day That womans faith is, as who sayth, But neverthelesse, ryght good wytnèsse In this case might be layd, That they love true, and continue: Which, when her love came, her to prove, Wolde nat depart, for in her heart She loved but hym alone.' |