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They would men nourish'd all their needs,
Sen, comfortless lets them confound;
The virtue of this writ, and vigour,
Made in comparison it is, That feminine are of this figure,
Which cleped is Antiphrasis ; For why? their whole affection Is contrair their complexion,
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. Young.
And sport and play, both late and air." Now dare I nought look to such thing. Wo worth mariage for evermair!
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)
• Early A Learn.
8 Scarcely. $ Doctrine.
In our town like me should be none,
I should put on my russet gown,
Lovers both should hear and see,
unwedded should I be. Wo worth mariage for evermair !