Last night, as o'er the page of love's despair, And would that at that instant o'er my thread She heard the scissars that fair lock divide, 66 You stupid puppy-you have spoil'd my wig!" Funeral Song. FOR THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE OF WALES. In its summer pride arrayed Visiting the bridal bower, Death hath levell'd root and flower.. Windsor, in thy sacred shade, Ye whose relics rest around, Summoned to the untimely tomb? Late with love and joyaunce blest; Henry, thou of saintly worth, Nativity, and name, and grave; Ancestral crimes were visited. Passive as that humble spirit, Ill starred Prince, whose martial merit While he sought his rightful claim: Where the ruthless Clifford fell; And when Wharfe ran red with slaughter, On the day of Towcester's field; Gathering, in its guilty flood, The carnage and the ill-spilt blood, That forty thousand lives could yield. Cressy was to this but sport, Poictiers but a pageant vain, And the victory of Spain Seem'd a strife for pastime meant, And the work of Agincourt Only like a tournament: Half the blood which there was spent, Had sufficed again to gain Thou, Elizabeth, art here: Thou to whom all griefs were known: But thou, Seymour, with a greeting, Henry, too, hath here his part; At the gentle Seymour's side, Cold and quiet, here are laid The ashes of that fiery heart. Shall our Charlotte's soul inherit; No, by Fisher's hoary head, By More, the learned and the good, By Katharine's wrongs and Boleyn's blood, By the life so basely shed Of the pride of Norfolk's line, By the axe so often red, And here lies one whose tragic name Ye, whose relics rest around, Long, through evil and through good, Of peace, in battle here achieved; Of her fiercest foe subdued, And Europe from the yoke relieved, One who reverently, for thee, NOTES TO JOAN OF ARC. NOTE 1, PAGE 1. "Lewes Duke of Orleance murthered in Paris, by Jhon Duke of Burgoyne, was owner of the Castle Concy, on the frontiers of Fraunce toward Arthoys, whereof he made Constable the Lord of Cawny, a man not so wise as his wife was faire, and yet she was not so faire, but she was as well beloved of the Duke of Orleance, as of her husband. Betwene the duke and her husband (I cannot tell who was father) she conceived a child, and brought furthe a prety boye called Jhon, whiche child beyng of the age of one yere the duke deseased, and not long after the mother and the Lord of Cawny ended their lives. The next of kynne to the Lord Cawny chalenged the inheritaunce, which was worth foure thousande crounes a yere, alledgyng that the boye was a bastard: and the kynred of the mother's side, for to save her honesty, it plainly denied. In conclusion, this matter was in contencion before the presidentes of the Parliament of Paris, and there hang in controversie till the child came to the age of eight years old. At whiche tyme it was demanded of hym openly whose sonne he was; his frendes of his mother's side advertised hym to require a day, to be advised of so great an answer, whiche he asked, and to hym it was granted. In the mean season, his said frendes persuaded him to claime his inheritance as sonne to the Lorde of Cawny, whiche was an honorable livyng, and an auncient patrimony, affirming that if he said contrary, he not only slaundered his mother, shamed hymself, and stained his bloud, but also should have no livyng, nor anything to take to. The scholemaster thinkyng that his disciple had wel learned his lesson, and would reherse it according to his instruccion, brought hym before the judges at the daie assigned, and when the question was repeted to hym again, he boldly answered my harte geveth me, and my tonge telleth me that I am the sonne of the noble Duke of Orleaunce, more glad to be his bastarde with a meane livyng, than the lawful sonne of that coward cuckolde Cawny, with his four thousand crownes.' The judges much merveiled at his bolde answere, and his mother's cosyns detested hym for shamyng of his mother, and his father's supposed kinne rejoysed in gaining the patrimony and possessions. Charles Duke of Orleaunce heryng of his judgment, took |