 | The pilgrime and heremite |  |
Thus the poore Heremite in midst of his paine,
Began to repeate his faire Mistres speach;
Downe betwixt mine Armes fell, in dead thraw againe:
VVhen no Leid for his life, mee thought, could be Leach.
His Cognate Corpse as Clay were, like the Lead:
Yea, healthlesse and helplesse, were Heart, Hand, and Head.
I began to bewaile,
And eke for to raile,
On her whose faith did faile,
In such time of neede.
Began to repeate his faire Mistres speach;
Downe betwixt mine Armes fell, in dead thraw againe:
VVhen no Leid for his life, mee thought, could be Leach.
His Cognate Corpse as Clay were, like the Lead:
Yea, healthlesse and helplesse, were Heart, Hand, and Head.
I began to bewaile,
And eke for to raile,
On her whose faith did faile,
In such time of neede.
Yet in the midst of my moanes, downe lighted that Dame,
Companied with none, but her Palfray and Page:
And when shee saw her liele Loue lye deade ere shee came,
Her faire Face and rich Robes, shee rent in great rage.
And flatlings shee fell vpon his faint Face,
And great Seas of sault Teares shee spent in short space.
And seeing her Sweet slaine,
No remead did remaine:
Shee thus began to plaine,
Her bad carefull case.
Companied with none, but her Palfray and Page:
And when shee saw her liele Loue lye deade ere shee came,
Her faire Face and rich Robes, shee rent in great rage.
And flatlings shee fell vpon his faint Face,
And great Seas of sault Teares shee spent in short space.
And seeing her Sweet slaine,
No remead did remaine:
Shee thus began to plaine,
Her bad carefull case.
| The pilgrime and heremite | |