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that we would not willingly circulate now. But still, let no one doubt that Professor Morley's words are true that the spirit of our Early and Middle Times was noble and pure; that, notwithstanding prurient novels and review-articles, and Holywell Street filth, our Victorian time is, in the main, noble and pure too.

The Poems not marked with Percy's three crosses as loose, which we have transferred to these pages, are Men that more; Panche; In a May Morninge; The Turk in Linen; Louers hearke alarum; O nay, 0 nay, not yet; I cannot be contented; Lillumwham; Last night I thought; A Dainty Ducke (incomplete); A mayden heade; Tom Longe; All in a greene meadowe.

We had not at first intended to have side-notes added to this volume, but See the buildinge, the Fryar and Boye, and some other poems, having been set with side-notes for the Ballads and Romances before they were turned into this volume, the rest of the pieces were side-noted for uniformity's sake. The italics in the text are extensions of the contractions of the Manuscript.

August, 1867.

See the bwildinge.

[Page 56 of MS.]

THIS song is to be found in the Roxburghe Collection of Black-letter Ballads, I. 454, with the title "A well-wishing to a place of pleasure. To an excellent new tune," and with six more lines in each stanza. We quote it here for contrast sake.

A WELL-WISHING TO A PLACE OF PLEASURE.

Mr. W. Chappell says that the "excellent new tune of this song was adopted for other songs."

SEE the building which whilest1 my Mistress liued in

was pleasures asseince 2 !

see how it droopeth, & how Nakedly it looketh

with-out her presence!

heearke how the hollow winds doe blowe,

& how thé 3 Murmer in every corner

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for her being absent, from whence they cheefly grow! the cause that I doe now this greeffe & sorrow showe.

See the garden where oft I had reward in

for my trew loue!

see the places where I enioyed those graces

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they goddes might moue!

oft in this arbour, whiles that shee

with melting kisses disstilling blisses
through my frayle lipps, what Ioy did ravish me!
the pretty Nightingale did sing Melodiouslee.

Haile to those groves where wee inioyed our loues
soe many daies!

May the trees be springing, & the pretty burds be
singing

theire Roundelayes!

Oh! may

the grasse be euer greene

wheron wee, lying, haue oft beene tryinge

More seuerall wayes of pleasure then loues queene, which once in bedd with Mars by all the godds was

1 where once.-P.

seene.

lling

2 With pleasure's essence.-P.

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