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Yet roused myself, to see this elf,
Her voice was sweet, melodiously She sung in perfect measure, And thus she said, with trickling tears : “ Alas, my joy and treasure, “ I'll be thy wife, or lose my life, “ There's no man else shall have me: “ If God say so, I will say no ; “ Although a thousand crave me.
“ Oh stay not long, but come, my dear, “ And knit our marriage knot; “ Each hour a day, each month a year, “ Thou know'st I think, God wot. “ Delay not then, like worldly men, “ Good works till wither'd age: “ 'Bove other things the King of Kings “ Blest lawful marriage.”—
With that she rose, like nimble roe,
I thought to move this dame to love,
Born about 1581, entered at Corpus Christi College, Cam.
bridge, in 1597, and took the degree of B. A. at Oxford, in 1600. Some time after this he went to Utrecht, where he wrote a comedy called “ Hans Beer Pot's invisible Comedy," a work which has little to recommend it, except its rarity. But the following song, if it be (like the rest of the comedy) translated from the Dutch, may possibly be thought worth preserving, as a specimen of Batavian fancy.
WALKING in a shadowy grove, .
Her looks did so astonish me,