Robene murned, and Makyne leuch ;1

She sang, he sighed sair;

And so left him, both woe and wreuch,2
In dolour and in care,

Keepand his herd under a heuch,3
Among the holtis hair.

And fair Venus, the beauty of the night,
Uprose, and set unto the west full right
Her golden face, in opposition

Of God Phoebus, direct descending down.

TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID.

III.

Throughout the glass her beamis brast' so
fair

That I might see on every side me by,
The northern wind had purified the air,
And shed his misty cloudis frae the sky,
The frost freezèd, the blastis bitterly
Frae pole Artick came whistling loud and
schill, 2

IV.

For I trusted that Venus lovis queen,
To whom some time I hecht3 obedience,
My faded heart of love she would make

[No early manuscript of this poem is extant. Dr Laing thinks it was pub- And caused me remove against my will: lished by Chepman and Myllar, though no copy is preserved. It formed part of that portion of the Asloan manuscript (1515) now lost. The earliest existing copy is in the first collected edition of Chaucer's works, 1532, and was first acknowledged as Henryson's in Urry's edition of 1721. The first Scottish edition, of which only a single copy is preserved, in the British, is that of Henrie Charteris, Edinburgh, 1593.]

green,

And thereupon with humble reverence
I thought to pray her high magnificence,
But for great cold as then I letted4 was,
And in my chamber to the fire gan pass.

Who wote gif all that Chaucer wrote was Disguised, passed far out of the town