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They would men nourish'd all their needs,
Sen, comfortless lets them confound; So find I their affection Contrair their own complexion, i tilvus
I wot, good women will not wyt' me,
Nor of this schedule be ashamed ; For, be they courteous, they will quit me;
And if they crab, here I quit-claima it; Confessing their affection Conform to their complexion,
A Scotish poet, whose history is unknown, but who appears to
have flourished about A.D. 1550. The following specimen is taken from Pinkerton's Anc. Scot. Poems, 1786, with the omission of the sixth stanza.
WOE WORTH MARIAGE!
In Bowdoun,' on black monday,
Maidens, ye may have great pleasance
When that I was a maiden ying, a
Lightly would I dance and sing, * A village on the Tweed, near Old Melrose.
And sport and play, both late and air.'
Thus am I bounden, out of bliss,
Now, were I a maiden as I was—
All night I clatter 3 upon my creed,
Ye should hear tell (an he were gone) · That I should be a wanton one.
To leir 4 the law of lovis layrs • Early. 8 Scarcely.
In our town like me should be none.
I should put on my russet gown,
Lovers both should hear and see,