Yet roused myself, to see this elf, Where I, unseen, beheld this queen Awhile, ere she espied me. Her voice was sweet, melodiously 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, But she was gone already : Wherefore I pray, that those who stay May find their loves as steady! DAWBRIDGECOURT BELCHIER, Born about 1581, entered at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, 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, Where trees in ranks did grace those banks, Here as I staid, I saw a maid, With angel face, and goddess' grace, Her looks did so astonish me, Like stag that gazed, was I amazed; |