When more pleasure thou haft had, Pall'd with beautye, glutt with bloode, Thou shalt mourne, tho' nowe fo gladde, Thou shalt dye, tho' nowe so proude. XII. The LADYE and the PALMER. Now first printed. HE view of manors ftretch'd afarre TH "Will not foothe forrowe's pow're:" Soe fang a ladye, riche and fayre, As fhee fat in her bow'r. "Tho' foule befall mee for my meede, "And foule be thoughte the worde; "Woulde heav'n mee speede, alive or deade, "To fee my absente lorde !" 'Twas 'Twas 'bout the tyme of curfeu bell, When, all in blacke arraye, With croffe to praye, and beads to tell, A Palmer came that waye. "Goe, page, and calle thy ladye fayre;" Aloude hee did commande; "Tell her a Palmer's awaiting heare, "Come from the holye lande." The Palmer faw that foot-page run, (As he ranne at the ring,) The Palmer look'd till the bow're he won, And hearde the ladye fing: "Tho' foule beefall mee for my meede, "Nowe welcom, holye Palmer, and tell "Thy tydinges unto mee." “Oh, ladye, it is not manye a daye, "Since I thy lorde did fee." "Oh when wyll hee adone with the warrs? "Sweete Palmer, tell to mee." "Oh ladye, hee's nowe adone with the warrs, "In truthe I tell to thee." "Alaffe! what woundes hath hee got i'th' field? "Deare Palmer, tell to mee." "Oh, hee has had woundes, but nowe they're heal'd, "In truthe I tell to thee." "But is there noe token that hee hath fente, "Noe token of love to mee? "Noe relique o'the roode, or pearle oriente, "Or gaude of the easte countrie?" "Oh, I've no relique, or eastern gaude, "Fayre ladye, to bring to thee; "But I come to tell, that thy hapleffe lorde "Is dying in the easte countrie." Oh then that ladye's groans and cries Reechoed piteouslye; The teares that fell from her brilliante eyes Ran like the fountayne free. "Oh Palmer, ill befall to thee, "For what thou telleft mee! "But nowe will I wende to the east countrie, "My dying lorde to fee. "And tho' foule befall mee for my meede, "And foule bee thoughte the worde, "Goode heav'n mee fpeede! for, alyve or deade, "I'll fee my dearest lorde. "And "And nowe, my foot-page, run, I praye, "On thy ladye's last, last boone; "Get a pylgrim's gowne of blacke or of graye, "With fcripp and fandal fhoone: "And take thefe filken gaudes with thee, "And take thys kyrtle o' green; "For 'tis not befitting widowes, like mee, "In fuch garbe to be seene. "And cut thefe wanton locks, I praye, "Goode heav'n mee speede! for, alive or deade, "I'll fee my dearest lorde." Amaz'd fuch love to fee; For the ladye already fome paces had ranne, In her waye to the east countrie. "Ladye, ftaye! for from th' holye londe "Thy lorde's laste wordes I bringe; "And lo! to my care, from off hys hande, "He pledg'd thys golden ring." The ladye fprang, and feiz'd the ring, And a fhow're of teares thee fhedde; "Now I knowe by thys pledge, that thou doft bringe, "That my deare lorde is deade. "Yet ftille, tho' foule befalle my meede, "And foule bee thoughte the worde, "Would heav'n mee speede! tho' hee be deade, "I'd fee my dear-lov'd lorde." "Oh weepe not, ladye, weepe not foe, "Nor 'gainst thy fad fate ftryve; "For fhouldst thou see him, thou welle doft knowe, "Thou coulde'ft not make hym lyve. But calme thy mynde, oh ladye fayre! "But calme thy mynde, I praye; "Nor let that curfed fiend defpayre "Thus 'whelm thee with difmaye." "Oh cruel Palmer! fay not foe, "And tho' 'twould but increase my woe, "But if it foe mufte bee, "I can by learned lore declare, "Oh |