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My Lady thou must be no more,
Nor I thy Lord, which grieves me fore,
The poorest Life

Must now content thy Mind :
A Groat to thee I dare not give,
Thee to maintain while I do live,
Against my Griffel,

Such great Foes I find.
When gentle Griffel
Did hear these woeful Tydings,

The Tears stood in her Eyes,
Nothing the answer'd,
No Words of Discontentment

Did from her Lips arise.
Her Velvet Gown
Most patiently she stripped off,

Her Kertle of Silk with the fame :
Her Russet Gown
Was brought again with many a Scoff,

To hear them her self she did frame :
When she was dress'd in this Array,
And ready for to pass away,
God send long Life

Unto my Lord, quoth she ;
Let no Offence be found in this,
To give my Lord a parting Kiss,
With watery Eyes

Farewel, my Dear, said she.
From Princely Palace
Unto her Father's Cottage,

Poor Grissel she is gone ;
Full fifteen Winters
She lived there contented,

No Wrong she thought upon :
And at this time through all
The Land the Speeches went,
The Marquiss should married be,


Unto a Noble Lady,
Of high Descent,

And to the same all Parties did agree.
The Marquiss sent for Griffel fair,
The Bride's Bed-Chamber to prepare,
That nothing therein

Might be found awry.
The Bride was with her Brother come,
Which was great Joy to all and some;
But Grifjel took all this

Most Patiently.
And in the Morning
When as they should be wedded,

Her Patience there was try'd,
Griffel was charged,
Herself in friendly manner

For to attire the Bride :
Most willingly
She gave consent to do the same;

The Bride in Bravery was dress’d,
And presently
The Noble Marquiss thither came,

With all his Lords at his Request.
O Grissel, I will ask of thee,
If to this Match thou wilt agree?
Methinks thy Looks

Are waxed wondrous coy :
With that they all began to smile,
And Griffe she reply'd the while,
God send Lord Marquiss

Many Years of Joy.
The Marquiss was moved,
To see his best beloved

Thus Patient in Distress ;
He stept unto her,
And by the Hand he took her,

These Words he did express :


Thou art my Bride,
And all the Brides I mean to have :

These two thine own Children be.
The youthful Lady
On her Knees did Blessing crave,

Her Brother as well as the.
And you that envy her Estate,
Whom I have made my chosen Mate,
Now blush for Shame,

And honour virtuous Life;
The Chronicles of lafting Fame,
Shall evermore extol the Name
Of Patient GRISSEL,

My most constant Wife.



XXXVII. A Godly Warning to all

Maidens, by the Example of God's
Judgments shewed Jerman's
Wife of Clifton in the County of
Nottingham, who lying in Child-
Bed, was
heard of afterwards.

borne away,

away, and


To the Tune of, The Lady's Fall, &c.

Amongst the several Subjets I have hitherto

entered upon, I have not yet touch'd upon the Miraculous, to the no little Disappointment, I am afraid, of my aged Female Readers, who, like the Justice in the What d'ye Call it, doubtless expect in such a Collection a Competency of Ghosts. To comply with their Taste, I have inserted the two following Songs, which, as they are very extraordinary in their Kind, will, I hope, make some Amends for their waiting fo long; the former indeed is a very popular One, and I am well assurd the latter has its Admirers.


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7 OU dainty Dames so finely fram'd

In Beauty's chiefest Mould, And you that trip it up and down,

Like Lambs in Cupid's Fold,
Here is a Lesson to be learn'd,

Most wond'rous in its kind,
For such as will prove false in Love,

And bear a faithless Mind.
Not far from Nottingham, of late,

In Clifton, as I hear,
There dwelt a fair and comely Dame,

For Beauty without Peer;
Her Cheeks were like the Crimson Rose,

Yet as you may perceive,
The faireft Face, the falsest Heart,

And soonest will deceive.

This gallant Dame she was belov'd

Of many in that Place,
And many sought in Marriage Bed

Her Body to embrace :
At last a handsome proper Youth,

Young Bateman call’d by Name,
In hopes to make a married Wife,

Unto this Maiden came.
Such Love and Liking here was found,

That he from all the rest,
Had stol'n away the Maiden's Heart,

And she did love him best;
Then plighted Promise secretly

Did pass between them two,
That nothing could but Death itself,

This true Love's Knot undo.
He brake a Piece of Gold in twain,

One half to her he gave,
The other as a Pledge, quoth he,

Dear Heart my self will have.


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