And as, poor Lady, she stood bound,
The Queen (in angry Mood)
Did fet Two Snakes unto her Breast,
That fuck'd away her Blood.

Thus dy'd the Mayor of London's Wife,
Moft grievous for to hear;

Which made the Spaniard grow more proud,
As after shall appear.

The Wheat that daily made her Bread,
Was bolted Twenty times;

The Food that fed this stately Dame,
Was boil'd in coftly Wines.

The Water that did spring from Ground,
She would not touch at all;

But wash'd her Hands with Dew of Heav'n,
That on fweet Rofes fall.

She bath'd her Body many a time

In Fountains fill'd with Milk;
And ev'ry Day did change Attire,
In coftly Median Silk.

But coming then to London back,
Within her Coach of Gold,
A Tempest strange within the Skies
This Queen did there behold:
Out of which Storm she could not go,
But there remain❜d a Space;

Four Horfes could not ftir the Coach
A Foot out of the Place.

A Judgment lately fent from Heav'n,
For fhedding guiltless Blood,
Upon this finful Queen, that flew
The London Lady good!

King Edward then, as Wisdom will'd,
Accus'd her of that Deed:

But she deny'd; and wish'd, that God
Would fend his Wrath with Speed;

If

If that upon fo vile a Thing
Her Heart did ever think,

She wish'd the Ground might open wide,
And she therein might fink!
With that, at Charing-Crofs the funk

Into the Ground alive;
And after rofe with Life again,
In London, at Queen-Hithe.

When, after that, the languifh'd fore
Full Twenty Days in Pain,
At laft confefs'd, the Lady's Blood
Her guilty Hand had flain :
And likewise, how that by a Fryar
She had a base-born Child;
Whose finful Lufts, and Wickedness,
Her Marriage-Bed defil'd.

Thus have you heard the Fall of Pride;
A juft Reward of Sin:

For, thofe that will forfwear themselves,
God's Vengeance daily win.
Beware of Pride, ye Courtly Dames,
Both Wives and Maidens all;
Bear this imprinted on your Mind,
That'Pride must have a Fall.

XIV. An

XIV. An Unhappy Memorable Song of the Hunting in Chevy-Chace, between Earl Piercy of England, and Earl Douglas of Scotland.

To the Tune of Flying Fame.

It would be a very difficult Matter to fay,Whether the Partiality of our Poet towards the English, or that of Buchanan, in the Account he gives us of this Part of History towards the Scots, be greater. The former brings but Fifteen Hundred Englishmen into the Field, against Two Thousand Scots; yet makeshisCountrymen ftand their Ground with Fifty three, whilst their Enemies fly with Fifty five. The other afferts, That in the Action which gave birth to this Song, the English Army was far fuperior in Number; yet were there flain of them, in that Battel, Eighteen Hundred and forty, about a Thousand wounded, and a Thousand and forty taken Prisoners. On the other hand, the fame Hiftorian fays, There were a Hun

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