A proper new balad in praise of my Ladie Marques Whose death is bewailed, To the Tune of new lusty gallant [by William Elderton] |
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A proper new balad in praise of my Ladie Marques.
Whose death is bewailed,To the tune of new lusty gallant.
Ladies I thinke you maruell that
I writ no mery report to you,
And what is the cause I court it not
So merye as I was wont to dooe,
Alas I let you vnderstand,
It is no newes for me to show,
The fairest flower of my garland
Was caught from court a great while a goe.
I writ no mery report to you,
And what is the cause I court it not
So merye as I was wont to dooe,
Alas I let you vnderstand,
It is no newes for me to show,
The fairest flower of my garland
Was caught from court a great while a goe.
For vnder the roufe of sweete Saint Paull,
There lyeth my Ladie buryed in Claye,
Where I make memory for her soule,
With weepinge eyes once euerye daye,
All other sightes I haue for got,
That euer in court I ioyed to see:
And that is the cause I court it not,
So mery as I was wont to be.
There lyeth my Ladie buryed in Claye,
Where I make memory for her soule,
With weepinge eyes once euerye daye,
All other sightes I haue for got,
That euer in court I ioyed to see:
And that is the cause I court it not,
So mery as I was wont to be.
And though that shee be dead and gone,
Whose courting need not to be tolde,
And natures mould of fleshe and bone,
Whose lyke now liues not to be holde,
Me thinkes I see her walke in blacke,
In euery corner where I goe:
To looke if anie bodie do lacke,
A frend to helpe them of theyr woe.
Whose courting need not to be tolde,
And natures mould of fleshe and bone,
Whose lyke now liues not to be holde,
Me thinkes I see her walke in blacke,
In euery corner where I goe:
To looke if anie bodie do lacke,
A frend to helpe them of theyr woe.
Mee thinkes I see her sorowfull teares,
To princelye state approching nye
Mee thinkes I see her tremblinge feares,
Leste anie her suites shulde hit a wrie,
Mee thinkes she shuld be still in place
A pitifull speaker to a Queene,
Bewailinge every poore mans case,
As many a time shee hath ben seene.
To princelye state approching nye
Mee thinkes I see her tremblinge feares,
Leste anie her suites shulde hit a wrie,
Mee thinkes she shuld be still in place
A pitifull speaker to a Queene,
Bewailinge every poore mans case,
As many a time shee hath ben seene.
Mee thinkes I see her modeste mood
Her comlie clothig plainlie clad,
Her face so sweete her cheere so good,
The courtlie countenance that shee had
But these of all mee thinkes I see,
Her vertues dentie daie by daie,
Homblie kneeling one her knee
As her desire was still to praie.
Her comlie clothig plainlie clad,
Her face so sweete her cheere so good,
The courtlie countenance that shee had
But these of all mee thinkes I see,
Her vertues dentie daie by daie,
Homblie kneeling one her knee
As her desire was still to praie.
Mee thinkes I cold from morow to night
Do no thing ells with verie good will,
But spend the time to speake and writte:
The praise of my good ladies still
Though reason saith now she is dead
Go secke and sarue as good as shee
It will not sinke so in my head
That euer the like in courte will bee.
Do no thing ells with verie good will,
But spend the time to speake and writte:
The praise of my good ladies still
Though reason saith now she is dead
Go secke and sarue as good as shee
It will not sinke so in my head
That euer the like in courte will bee.
But sure I am ther liueth yet,
In court a dearer frinde to mee,
Whome I to sarue am so vnfit,
I am sure the like will neuer bee,
For I with all that I can dooe,
Unworthie most maie seeme to bee
To vndoo the lachet of her shooe,
Yet will I come to courte and see.
In court a dearer frinde to mee,
Whome I to sarue am so vnfit,
I am sure the like will neuer bee,
For I with all that I can dooe,
Unworthie most maie seeme to bee
To vndoo the lachet of her shooe,
Yet will I come to courte and see.
Then haue a mongste ye once a gaine,
Faint harts faire Ladies neuer win,
I trust ye will consider my payne,
When any good Uenison cometh in,
And gentill Ladies I you praie,
If my abseutinge breede to blame,
In my behalfe that ye will saie,
In court is remedie for the same.
Faint harts faire Ladies neuer win,
I trust ye will consider my payne,
When any good Uenison cometh in,
And gentill Ladies I you praie,
If my abseutinge breede to blame,
In my behalfe that ye will saie,
In court is remedie for the same.
Finis.
q'. W. Elderton.
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