V.

WHY SO PALE

From fir John Suckling's poems. This Sprightly knight was born in 1613, and cut off by a fever about the 29th year of his age.

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WHY

HY fo pale and wan, fond lover?
Prethee, why fo pale?

Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail ?

Prethee why fo pale?

Why fo dull and mute, young finner ?

Prethee why fo muțe ?

Will, when speaking well can't win her,

Saying nothing doe't?

Prethee why fo mute?

Quit, quit for fhame; this will not move,

This cannot take her

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If of herself fhe will not love,

Nothing can make her.

The devil take her!

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VI.

THE SPANISH VIRGIN, OR EFFECTS
OF JEALOUSY.

The fubject of this ballad is taken from a folio collection of tragical ftories, intitled "The theatre of God's judgments, by Dr. Beard and Dr. Taylor, 1642. Pt. 2. p. 89. -The text is given (with fome corrections) from two copies; one of them in black letter in the Pepys collection. In this every ftanza is accompanied with the following diftich by way of burden,

"Oh jealoufie! thou art murft in hell:
"Depart from hence, and therein dwell.”

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LL tender hearts, that ake to hear

Of thofe that fuffer wrong;

All you, that never shed a tear,
Give heed unto my song.

Strange jealoufies fo fill'd her head

With many a vain furmize,

She thought her lord had wrong'd her bed,
And did her love despise.

A gentlewoman paffing fair

Did on this lady wait;

With bravest dames fhe might compare;

Her beauty was compleat.

Her lady caft a jealous eye
Upon this gentle maid;
And taxt her with disloyaltye;
And did her oft upbraid.

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And oft before his lady's face,

As thinking her her friend,

He would the maiden's modeft grace,

And comeliness commend.

All which incens'd his lady fo

She burnt with wrath extreame;

At length the fire that long did glow,
Burft forth into a flame,

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For on a day it fo befell,

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When he was gone

from home,

The lady all with rage did fwell,

And to the damfell come.

And charging her with great offence,
And many a grievous fault;

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She bade her fervants drag her thence,

Into a difmal vault.

There lay beneath the common-shore

A dungeon dark and deep :

Where they were wont, in days of yore,
Offenders great to keep.

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There never light of chearful day

Difpers'd the hideous gloom;

But dank and noisome vapours play

Around the wretched room.

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And

And adders, fnakes and toads therein,
As afterwards was known,

Long in this loathsome vault had bin,
And were to monfters grown.

Into this foul and fearful place,
The fair one innocent

Was caft, before her lady's face;

Her malice to content.

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This maid no fooner enter'd is,

But ftrait, alas! fhe hears,

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The toads to croak, and snakes to hiss:

With her fair hands fhe strives in vain

Her body to defend :

With fhrieks, and cries fhe doth complain,

But all is to no end,

A fervant liftning near the door,
Struck with her doleful noise,
Strait ran his lady to implore;
But she'll not hear his voice,