My Lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy Lord, which grieves me sore, Muft now content thy Mind: A Groat to thee I dare not give, Such great Foes I find. When gentle Griffel Did hear these woeful Tydings, No Words of Difcontentment Moft patiently she stripped off, Her Kertle of Silk with the fame : Her Ruffet Gown Was brought again with many a Scoff, To hear them her felf she did frame : Unto my Lord, quoth she; Farewel, my Dear, said she. From Princely Palace Poor Griffel fhe is gone; Full fifteen Winters She lived there contented, No Wrong she thought upon : Unto Unto a Noble Lady, Of high Defcent, And to the fame all Parties did agree. The Bride's Bed-Chamber to prepare, Might be found awry. The Bride was with her Brother come, And in the Morning When as they should be wedded, Griffel was charged, Herself in friendly manner For to attire the Bride: Moft willingly She gave consent to do the fame ; The Noble Marquifs thither came, With all his Lords at his Request. If to this Match thou wilt agree? Are waxed wond'rous coy : Many Years of Joy. The Marquifs was moved, Thus Patient in Distress ; He stept unto her, And by the Hand he took her, Thefe Words he did express: Thou Thou art my Bride, And all the Brides I mean to have : On her Knees did Bleffing crave, Her Brother as well as fhe. And honour virtuous Life; XXXVII. The XXXVII. A Godly Warning to all and never To the Tune of, The Lady's Fall, &c. Among the feveral Subjects I have hitherto entered upon, I have not yet touch'd upon the Miraculous, to the no little Difappointment, I am afraid, of my aged Female Readers, who, like the Justice in the What d'ye Call it, doubtless expect in fuch a Collection a Competency of Ghofts. To comply with their Tafte, I have inferted the two following Songs, which, as they are very extraordinary in their Kind, will, I hope,make fome Amends for their waiting fo long; the former indeed is a very popular One, and I am well affur'd the latter has its Admirers. You You YOU dainty Dames fo finely fram'd Like Lambs in Cupid's Fold,, Moft wond'rous in its Kind, Not far from Nottingham, of late, There dwelt a fair and comely Dame, For Beauty without Peer; Her Cheeks were like the Crimson Rose, This gallant Dame she was belov'd And many fought in Marriage Bed At last a handsome proper Youth, Such Love and Liking here was found, Did pafs between them two, That nothing could but Death itself, He brake a Piece of Gold in twain, If |