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With, Lullay, lullay, lyke a chylde,

Thou slepyst to long, thou art begylde.

My darlyng dere, my daysy floure,

Let me, quod he, ly in your lap.

Ly styll, quod she, my paramoure,

Ly styll hardely, and take a nap.

Hys bed was heuy, such was his hap,

All drowsy dremyng, dround in slepe,

That of hys loue he toke no kepe,

With, Hey, lullay, &c.

With ba, ba, ba, and bas, bas, bas,

She cheryshed hym both cheke and chyn,

That he wyst neuer where he was; 10

He had forgoten all dedely syn.

He wantyd wyt her loue to wyn:

He trusted her payment, and lost all hys pray:[226]

She left hym slepyng, and stale away,

Wyth, Hey, lullay, &c.

The ryuers rowth, the waters wan;

She sparyd not to wete her fete;

She wadyd ouer, she found a man

That halsyd her hartely and kyst her swete:

Thus after her cold she cought a hete.

My lefe, she sayd, rowtyth in hys bed; 20

I wys he hath an heuy bed,

Wyth, Hey, lullay, &c.

What dremyst thou, drunchard, drousy pate!

Thy lust and lykyng is from thé gone;

Thou blynkerd blowboll, thou wakyst to late,

Behold, thou lyeste, luggard, alone!

Well may thou sygh, well may thou grone,

To dele wyth her so cowardly:

I wys, powle hachet, she bleryd thyne I.

Qd Skelton, laureate.

The auncient acquaintance, madam, betwen vs twayn,

The famylyaryte, the formar dalyaunce,

Causyth me that I can not myself refrayne

But that I must wryte for my plesaunt pastaunce:

Remembryng your passyng goodly countenaunce,

Your goodly port, your bewteous visage,

Ye may be countyd comfort of all corage.

Of all your feturs fauorable to make tru discripcion,

I am insuffycyent to make such enterpryse;

For thus dare I say, without [con]tradiccyon, 10

That dame Menolope was neuer half so wyse:

Yet so it is that a rumer begynnyth for to ryse,

How in good horsmen ye set your hole delyght,

And haue forgoten your old trew louyng knyght.

Wyth bound and rebound, bounsyngly take vp

Hys jentyll curtoyl,[227] and set nowght by small naggys!

Spur vp at the hynder gyrth, with, Gup, morell, gup!

With, Jayst ye, jenet of Spayne, for your tayll waggys!

Ye cast all your corage vppon such courtly haggys.

Haue in sergeaunt ferrour, myne horse behynde is bare; 20

He rydeth well the horse, but he rydeth better the mare.

Ware, ware, the mare wynsyth wyth her wanton hele!

She kykyth with her kalkyns and keylyth with a clench;

She goyth wyde behynde, and hewyth neuer a dele:

Ware gallyng in the widders, ware of that wrenche!

It is perlous for a horseman to dyg in the trenche.

Thys greuyth your husband, that ryght jentyll knyght,

And so with youre seruantys he fersly doth fyght.

So fersly he fytyth, hys mynde is so fell,

That he dryuyth them doune with dyntes on ther day wach; 30

He bresyth theyr braynpannys and makyth them to swell,

Theyre browys all to-brokyn, such clappys they cach;

Whose jalawsy malycyous makyth them to lepe the hach;

By theyr conusaunce knowing how they serue a wily py:

Ask all your neybours whether that I ly.

It can be no counsell that is cryed at the cros:

For your jentyll husband sorowfull am I;

How be it,[228] he is not furst hath had a los:

Aduertysyng you, madame, to warke more secretly,

Let not all the world make an owtcry; 40

Play fayre play, madame, and loke ye play clene,

Or ells with gret shame your game wylbe sene.

Qd Skelton, laureat.

Knolege, aquayntance, resort, fauour with grace;

Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte;

Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space;

Dysdayns, dystres, exylyd cruelte;

Wordys well set with good habylyte;

Demure demenaunce, womanly of porte;

Transendyng plesure, surmountyng all dysporte;

Allectuary arrectyd to redres

These feuerous axys, the dedely wo and payne

Of thoughtfull hertys plungyd in dystres; 10

Refresshyng myndys the Aprell shoure of rayne;

Condute of comforte, and well most souerayne;

Herber enverduryd, contynuall fressh and grene;

Of lusty somer the passyng goodly quene;

The topas rych and precyouse in vertew;

Your ruddys wyth ruddy rubys may compare;

Saphyre of sadnes, enuayned wyth indy blew;

The pullyshed perle youre whytenes doth declare;

Dyamand poyntyd to rase oute hartly care;

Geyne surfetous suspecte the emeraud comendable; 20

Relucent smaragd, obiecte imcomperable;

Encleryd myrroure and perspectyue most bryght,

Illumynyd wyth feturys far passyng my reporte;

Radyent Esperus, star of the clowdy nyght,

Lode star to lyght these louers to theyr porte,

Gayne dangerous stormys theyr anker of supporte,

Theyr sayll of solace most comfortably clad,

Whych to behold makyth heuy hartys glad:

Remorse haue I of youre most goodlyhod,

Of youre behauoure curtes and benynge, 30

Of your bownte and of youre womanhod,

Which makyth my hart oft to lepe and sprynge,

And to remember many a praty thynge;

But absens, alas, wyth tremelyng fere and drede

Abashyth me, albeit I haue no nede.

You I assure, absens is my fo,

My dedely wo, my paynfull heuynes;

And if ye lyst to know the cause why so,

Open myne hart, beholde my mynde expres:

I wold ye coud! then shuld ye se, mastres, 40

How there nys thynge that I couet so fayne

As to enbrace you in myne armys twayne.

Nothynge yerthly to me more desyrous

Than to beholde youre bewteouse countenaunce:

But, hatefull absens, to me so enuyous,

Though thou withdraw me from her by long dystaunce,

Yet shall she neuer oute of remembraunce;

For I haue grauyd her wythin the secret wall

Of my trew hart, to loue her best of all!

Qd Skelton, laureat.

Cuncta licet cecidisse putas discrimina rerum,

Et prius incerta nunc tibi certa manent,

Consiliis usure meis tamen aspice caute,

Subdola non fallat te dea fraude sua:

Sæpe solet placido mortales fallere vultu,

Et cute sub placida tabida sæpe dolent;

Ut quando secura putas et cuncta serena,[229]

Anguis sub viridi gramine sæpe latet.

Though ye suppose all jeperdys ar paste,

And all is done that ye lokyd for before, 10

Ware yet, I rede you, of Fortunes dowble cast,

For one fals poynt she is wont to kepe in store,

And vnder the fell oft festerd is the sore:

That when ye thynke all daunger for to pas,

Ware of the lesard lyeth lurkyng in the gras.

Qd Skelton, laureat.

Go, pytyous hart, rasyd with dedly wo,

Persyd with payn, bleding with wondes smart,

Bewayle thy fortune, with vaynys wan and blo.

O Fortune vnfrendly, Fortune vnkynde thow art,

To be so cruell and so ouerthwart,

To suffer me so carefull to endure,

That wher I loue best I dare not dyscure!

One ther is, and euer one shalbe,

For whose sake my hart is sore dyseasyd;

For whose loue, welcom dysease to me! 10

I am content so all partys be pleasyd:

Yet, and God wold, I wold my payne were easyd!

But Fortune enforsyth me so carefully to endure,

That where I loue best I dare not dyscure.

Skelton, laureat, At the instance of a nobyll lady.

[225] Here folowythe dyuers Balettys, &c.] A tract so entitled, of four leaves, n. d. and without printer’s name, but evidently from the press of Pynson, consists of the five following pieces.

[226] pray] Qy. “pay?”

[227] curtoyl] Ed. “curtoyt.”

[228] it] Ed. “is.”

[229] serena] Ed. “serenas.”