thing that wore an air of antiquity, passed it over. It contains a few verses nevertheless written with a tinge of comic spirit about them, an uncommon rarity in this class of English productions. An unfortunate suitor, apparently rejoicing that some misfortune has happened to his once loved Kytt, bursts into the subject at once Kytt hathe lost hur key hur key, She wotts not what to say goode Kytt- Goode Kitt's so sorry for the cause- Goode Kytt she wept, I ask'd why so Kytt hathe lost, &c. Kytt why did ye losse your key Fore sothe ye were to blame, Goode Kytt she wept and cry'd, alas! In faythe I trow in bowrs she was Now farewell Kytt I can no more But I shall pray to Gode therfore INTRODUCTION. Another of the little pieces contained in it, which has likewise never before been referred to, comes from a favoured lover in praise of his mistress. If I hade wytt for to endyte Off my lady both fayre and free Of her goodnesse then wolde I write, I love hur well wyth hart and mynde She doth not wauer as the wynde, He concludes by saying that she hath his heart and ever shall Tyll by dethe departyd we bee. The same writer who keeps up a mystery about his love, is probably the author of the following lines. The little pretty nightingale [Sings sweet] among the levis green The nightingale sat on a brere The Editor has modernised the spelling of one of the exclamations in the song against Fortune, and slightly altered one or two lines. O Fortune now my wounds redress To case a mourning heart. O Fortune cruel harsh and hard My pleasures all thou dost retard Alas! I love a goodly one, Who loveth me again It is for her I live alone Though thou dost shower disdain. To have her hand I think me sure, O Fortune cry consent And change thy frown of displeasure, Woe worth thy power my foremost foe That art so rude to me Thou turnest all to care and woe That joys and sweets should be. Among the Cottonian MSS. [Vesp. A. 25.] there is a " Dyttie to hey Downe," which Percy inserted with a few alterations in the Reliques of Ancient Poetry. The volume contains "Divers things of Hen. viij's time"-this is the first verse: Who sekes to tame the blustering wind, Or cause the floods bend to his will, Or else against dame Natures kind, To change things frame [d] by cunning skill: Though that his labour be in vain. Henry Howard, Lord Surrey, and Sir Thomas Wyatt, were the chief poets adorning the reign of the last Henry. Neither of them wrote what may strictly be called songs, Surrey's "description of the restless state of a lover," borders closely on the debateable land: When youth had led me half the race From whence my weary course begun. as also does Wyatt's "description of the sorrow of true lovers parting:" There was never nothing more me pain'd, Nor more my pity mov'd, As when my sweetheart her complain'd, Alas! the while! The beautiful pastoral ballad Harpalus,' is a composition of this period, the exquisite simplicity of the description, that want of straining for effect cannot be too greatly admired. The author whoever he was had the feelings of a true poet, and wrote like one. To the short reign of the sixth Edward, Ritson ascribes a very singular and clever song written in dispraise of women; here are one or two of the verses: These women all, Both great and small, Are wavering to and fro, Now her[e] now ther[e] Now every wher[e], But I will not say so. They love to range, Ther[e] minds doth change And make ther friend' ther foe; As lovers trewe, Eche daye they chewse new But I will not say so. A discontented husband during the same reign complains in stanzas which no doubt he thought just and good. They are clever and happy, these will serve as a specimen : 'The religious morality' of lusty Juventus opens with this not inelegant song for the sixteenth century: In a herber grene aslepe where as I lay, The byrdes sange swete in the middes of the daye, I dreamed fast of myrth and play; In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked stil to and fro, And from her company I could not go; But when I waked it was not so: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Harl. MS .7578. |