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Come, starry Eve, demure and
Thy tresses moist with balmy dew:
The laverock's bosom shone with dew,
Beside us on the lilied lea;
To warble by my love and me;
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
It could not withered be.
And sent'st it back to me :
4. THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE.
WILL you hear a Spanish lady
How she wooed an English man
Decked with jewels she had on.
As his prisoner there he kept her,
In his hands her life did lie ;
By the liking of an eye.
But at last there came commandment
For to set the ladies free,
None to do them injury.
To a lady in distress;
For to die in heaviness :
Whom thou know'st thy country's foe?
Serpents lie where flowers grow.' * All the harm I wish to thee, most courteous knight, God grant the same upon my head may fully light. * Blessed be the time and season
That you came to Spanish ground;
Gentle foes we have you found :
Rest you still, and weep no more ;
Spain doth yield a wondrous store.'
You alone enjoy my heart;
Love is likewise my desert :
• It would be a shame, fair lady,
For to bear a woman hence ; English soldiers never carry
Any such without offence.' • I'll quickly change myself, if it be so, And like a page I'll follow thee where'er thou go.' • I have neither gold or silver
To maintain thee in this case;
As you know, in every place.'
Many storms do there arise,
And force tears from watery eyes.' • Well, in troth, I shall endure extremity, For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee.'
•Courteous lady, leave this fancy;
Here comes all that breeds the strife;
A sweet woman to my wife :
That enjoys so true a friend !
Of my suit I make an end :
• Commend me to thy lovely lady,
Bear to her this chain of gold ;
Grieving that I was so bold:
'I will spend my days in prayer,
Love and all her laws desy ;
Far from any company ;
Farewell too my heart's content !
Though to thee my love was bent :
5. TO ALTHEA.
Hovers within my gates ;
To whisper at the grates :
And fettered to her eye ;
Know no such liberty.
With no allaying Thames,
Our hearts with loyal flames ;
When healths and draughts go free,
Know no such liberty.
With shriller throat shall sing
And glories of my king ;