X. PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. This Sonnet is given from a small quarto MS in the editor's poffeffion, written in the time of Q. Elizabeth. Another Copy of it, containing fome variations, is reprinted in the MUSES LIBRARY p. 295. from an ancient mifcellany, intitled ENGLAND'S HELICON 1600. 4to. The author was NICHOLAS BRETON, a writer of fome fame in the reign of Elizabeth; who alfo published an interlude intitled" An old man's leffon and a young man's love.” 1605. 4to. and many other little pieces in profe and verfe, the titles of which may be feen in Winftanley, Ames' Typog. and Osborne's Harl. catalog. c.He is mentioned with great refpect by MERES, in his ad pt of Wit's Common-wealth. 1598. f. 283. and is alluded to in Beaumont and Fletcher's SCORNFUL LADY, Act. 2. and again in WIT WITHOUT MONEY, A. 3.— See Whalley's Ben Jonson, vol. 3. p. 193. N the merrie moneth of Maye, IN1t In a morne by break of daye, She fayde, never man was trewe; He fayes, never false to you. He fayde, hee had lovde her longe : She fayes, maydes must kiffe no men, Tyll they doe for good and all: Then with manie a prettie othe, Love, that had bene long deluded, Ver. 28. Was the. MS. 15 20 25 XI. LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD. This ballad is ancient, and has been popular: we find it quoted in many old plays. See Beaum. and Fletcher's Knight of of the Burning Peftle. 4. 1613. At 5. The Varietie, a comedy, 12mo. 1649. Act 4. &c. In Sir William Davenant's play, The Witts, A. 3, a gallant thus boasts of himself, Limber and found! befides I fing Musgrave, "And for Chevy-chace no lark comes near me. In the Pepys Collection is an imitation of this old fong, in a different measure, by a more modern pen, with many alterations, but evidently for the worse.. This is given from an old printed copy in the British Mufeum, corrected in part by the Editor's folio manufcript. S it fell out on a highe holye daye, A$ As many bee in the yeare, When yong men and maides together do goe Their maffes and mattins to heare, Little Mufgràve came to the church door, The priest was at the mass s; But he had more mind of the fine women, And fome of them were clad in greene, And others were clad in pall; And then came in my lord Barnardes wife, The fairest among them all. Shee caft an eye on little Musgràve, 5 10 As bright as the fummer funne: 15 This ladyes heart I have wonne Quoth Quoth fhe, I have loved thee, little Mufgràve, Fulle long and manye a daye. So have I loved you, ladye faire, Yet word I never durft saye. I have a bower at Bucklesford-Bury, If thoult wend thither, my little Musgràvè, Quoth hee, I thanke yee, ladye faire, All this beheard a tiney foot-page,' 20 25 By his ladyes coach as he ranne : 30 Quoth he, thoughe I am my ladyes page, As thou art a man of life, Lo! this fame night at Bucklesford-Bury 40 If If it be trewe, thou tiney foot-page, I freelye will give to thee. But and it be a lye, thou tiney foot-page, 45 On the highest tree in Bucklesford-Bury Rife up, rife up, my merry men all, This night muft I to Bucklesford-Bury; God wott, I had never more neede. Then fome they whistled, and fome they fang, And fome did loudlye faye, Whenever lord Barnardes horne it blewe Awaye, Mufgràve, away. Methinkes I hear the throftle cocke, Methinkes I heare the jaye, Methinkes I heare lord Barnardes horne ; I would I were awaye. Lye still, lye still, thou little Mufgràve, A whistling his fheepe to the fold. |