forced be to die.'
And with these words, her lily hands
She wrung full often there;
And down along her lovely face
Did trickle many a tear.
But nothing could this furious queen
Therewith appeased be;
The cup of deadly poison strong,
As she knelt on her knee,
She gave this comely dame to drink,
Who took it in her hand,
And from her bended knee arose,
And on her feet did stand;
And casting up her eyes to heaven
She did for mercy call;
And drinking up the poison strong,
Her life she lost withal.
And when that death through every limb
Had showed its greatest spite,
Her chiefest foes did plain confess
She was a glorious wight.
Her body then they did entomb,
When life was fled away,
At Godstowe, near to Oxford town,
As may be seen this day.
_T. Delone_
CXV
_THE HITCHEN MAY-DAY SONG_
Remember us poor Mayers all!
And thus we do begin
To lead our lives in righteousness,
Or else we die in sin.
We have been rambling all the night,
And almost all the day;
And now returned back again,
We have brought you a branch of May.
A branch of May we have brought you,
And at your door it stands;
It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out
By the work of our Lord's hands.
The hedges and trees they are so green,
As green as any leek;
Our heavenly Father He water'd them
With His heavenly dew so sweet.
The heavenly gates are open wide,
Our paths are beaten plain;
And if a man be not too far gone,
He may return again.
The life of man is but a span,
It flourishes like a flower;
We are here to-day and gone to-morrow,
And we are dead in an hour.
The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light,
A little before it is day:
So God bless you all, both great and small,
And send you a joyful May!
_Old Song_
CXVI
_THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE_
Will you hear a Spanish lady
How she woo'd an English man?
Garments gay and rich as may be,
Decked with jewels, had she on;
Of a comely countenance and grace was she,
And by birth and parentage of high degree.
As his prisoner there he kept her,
In his hands her life did lie;
Cupid's bands did tie her faster,
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