My goodes, my woodes, my landes, my rent,

My dere to please all haue I spent.

Yet is she enemye euer to me;

O derlyng dere, what ayleth the?
My derlyng, &c.

My dere is off a skyttyshe brayne;

Nowght can her hold, nor rowgh, nor playne. I me repent that euer I came

Into thy company, o deere dame.

My derlyng, &c.

Dame, the to please nowght was to good,

Downe for thy sake went corne and wood. Thou haddest the beast off wather and grasse, O derlynge dere, o costlye lasse.

My derlyng, &c.

Dame, damage great thou hast me wrowght:
My dere, thow art to derelye bowght.
Nowght hast thou dere, but thy dere skynne,
Dere fayre withowt, dere fowle withynne.
My derlyng, &c.

Adew, the deerest off damselles all;
All England shall lawgh at thy fall.
Adew, sweteharte, Christ geue the care,
Adew to the dewll, away the mare.
My derlyng, &c.

FFINIS.

LORDE, WOUNDE MY FLEASSHE, &c.

THESE verses are of a strictly religious character, and the burden of them is taken, probably, from the 120th verse of the hundred and nineteenth psalm.

"My flesh trembleth for fear of thee;
And I am afraid of thy judgments."

Ps. cxix. 120. Bib. Trans.

There is somewhat of merit and beauty in the composition of these verses; and they are not an unpleasing specimen of the religious poetry of the age.

Lorde, wounde my fleasshe with thy feare,
For I feare thy iudgementes.

WITHOWTE thy feare at large I runne,

No fylthye thowght nor deede I shunne;
Withowte thy feare all foule desyer

My hart dothe styrre and sett on fyer.
Lorde, wounde my flesshe, &c.

Whoso with synne wylbe at stryfe,
And stay him selfe in honest lyfe,
He must, (as Salomon dothe recorde),
Begyn with the feare off the Lorde.

Lorde, wounde my flesshe, &c.

This feare off God holy it is,

And bryngeth euerlastyng blysse ;

It purgeth harts, and maketh them pure,

To godlynes it dothe allure.

Lorde, wounde my flesshe, &c.

This holye feare dothe wounde the harte,
And calleth vnto penance smarte,
Suche as in Crystes bloude be bathed,
Throrogh Godds mercye to be saued.
Lorde, wounde my flesshe.

When that this feare the harte dothe pricke, It wayleth, it wepeth with teares full thycke; It dothe detest his synfull race,

It ceasseth not to caule for grace.

Lorde, wounde my flesshe, &c.

Blessed, blessed, blessed be they,

Whose harts this feare dothe wounde allway; Blessed be they that feare the Lorde,

And worthely walke in his worde.

Lorde, wounde my flesshe, &c.

FINIS.

Lorde, wounde my fleasshe with thy feare,
For I feare thy iudgementes.

WILL AND WIT.

THIS is an amusing dialogue between the Will and the Wit, both of which are here personified. The burden of the verse is, in this case, somewhat varied in the several stanzas; and, in the last of them, it is doubled by the writer, in order to present his reader with a wholesome moral conclusion.

I WYLL, said Wyll, folow my wyll:
Not so, said Wytt, better be still.
I wyll, said Wyll, if I list, spill ;
Therto, said Wytte, consent I wyll.

For he that by wyll dothe rule his witte.
Dothe oftymes loose, when he shulde knitte.

I will, said Wyll, not leese my right;
Sumtyme, said Witte, for all thy myght.
I wyll, said Wyll, worke them dispite:
Well than, said Witte, they will the quyte.
For he that by wyll doth rule his witte,
Must oftymes loose, when he shulde knytte.

I will, said Wyll, avenged be:

Not so, said Witte, be ruled by me.

I wyll, said Wyll, their hurte ones see;

Myght chaunce, said Witte, they myght hurte the.
For he that by wyll dothe rule his witte,
Doth oftymes loose, when he shulde knytte.

I wyll, said Wyll, talke wordes at large:
Well than, said Wytte, I take no charge.
I wyll, said Will, rowe in euerye barge:
Thyn oore, said Wytte, ys muche to large.

For he that by wyll doth rule his wytte,
Dothe oftymes lose, whan he shulde knytte.

I wyll, said Wyll, haue suerly bownde:
Thy knotte, said Wytte, is full onsownde.
I wyll, said Wyll, all things confownd:
Thy works, said Witte, haue slypper grownd.
For he that by will dothe rule his witte,
Dothe oftymes loose, when he shulde knytte.

I wyll, said Wyll, clyme hye alought:
Suche folke, said Wytte, fall muche onsought.
I wyll, said Wyll, noowyse be towght:
Well than, said Witte, all will be nowght.

For he that by wyll dothe rule his witte,
Doth oftymes loose, whan he shuld knytte.

This wyllfull Wyll Wytte dothe leade,
Thorough folysshe fansyes in the headde.
But if Witte were ones in Wylles steade,
Than Wyll by Witte myght well be leade.

For wheras witte dothe lead the wyll,
The knot half knitte is fasten styll.