 | The pilgrime and heremite |  |
And so, in a short space, that sweete seemlie Sainct,
Presentes mee, her Pilgrime, a baile-bearing Bill:
And as in the wilde way shee weind I should want,
My Bag, and my Bottle, shee plenisht at will.
A Ring from her Finger full faire did shee take:
And gaue mee, and prayde mee, good Newes to bring backe.
And, having no more to say,
But loath I should long stay,
Shee weeping went away,
And not a word spake.
Presentes mee, her Pilgrime, a baile-bearing Bill:
And as in the wilde way shee weind I should want,
My Bag, and my Bottle, shee plenisht at will.
A Ring from her Finger full faire did shee take:
And gaue mee, and prayde mee, good Newes to bring backe.
And, having no more to say,
But loath I should long stay,
Shee weeping went away,
And not a word spake.
Then, when the blacke Night her sadde Mantle shew,
Ill Successour, degenerate from the Day,
UUith the third Foote in hand, I throgh the thrang threw.
Though clad with the darke Clowdes, I went on my way.
And loath to detaine the Lecture too long,
I came to my sicke Friende; and this was his Song.
But, when I knew his voice,
I kept my selfe full close,
To heare the Layes of his losse,
The wilde woods among.
Ill Successour, degenerate from the Day,
UUith the third Foote in hand, I throgh the thrang threw.
Though clad with the darke Clowdes, I went on my way.
And loath to detaine the Lecture too long,
I came to my sicke Friende; and this was his Song.
But, when I knew his voice,
I kept my selfe full close,
To heare the Layes of his losse,
The wilde woods among.
| The pilgrime and heremite | |