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Then shall thine angry Judge's face
To cheerful looks itself apply!

Then shall thy soul be filled with grace;
And Fear of Death constrained to fly

Even so, my GOD! O, when? How long?
I would! but Sin is too too strong!

I strive to rise; Sin keeps me down!
I fly from Sin; Sin follows me!
My will doth reach at Glory's crown:
Weak is my strength, it will not be!

See, how my fainting soul doth pant!
O, let thy strength supply my want!

THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY.

YE Highlands, and ye Lawlands!
O, where have you been?

They have slain the Earl of MURRAY;
And they laid him on the green!

Now wae be to thee, HUNTLEY!
And wherefore did you sae?

I bade you, bring him wi' you ;
But forbad you him to slay!

He was a braw gallant;

And he rid at the ring!

And the bonny Earl of MURRAY,
O, he might have been a King!

He was a braw gallant;

And he play'd at the ba'!
And the bonny Earl of MURRAY
Was the flower amang them a'!

He was a braw gallant;

And he played at the gluve!
And the bonny Earl of MURray,
O, he was the Queen's Luve!

Oh! lang will his Lady

Look o'er the Castle Down,

Ere she see the Earl of MURRAY

Come sounding through the town!

A MAN, of late, was put to death,
For that he had his part

Of stolen goods. Should you then 'scape,
That stolen have my heart!

The Law, you see, would you condemn
If I should plead my case:

But, sure, to work you such despite,
I cannot have the face!

Yet Reason would, I should have 'mends!
For that, in any wise,

To have mine own restored again;
It will not me suffice!

You had my heart, when it was whole;
And sound, I know, you found it!
Would you, then, give it back again,
When you have all-to-wound it!

The Old Law biddeth, tooth for tooth
And eye for eye restore!

Give, then, your heart to me, for mine;
And I will ask no more!

THE WOODMAN'S WALK[S].

THROUGH a fair forest, as I went
Upon a summer's day,
I met a Woodman quaint and gent;
Yet in a strange array.

I marvelled much at his disguise
Whom I did know so well;
But thus, in terms both grave and wise,
His mind he gan to tell:

'Friend, muse not at this fond array;
But list awhile to me!
For it hath holp me to survey
What I shall shew to thee.

'Long lived I in this forest fair
Till, weary of my weal,
Abroad in walks, I would repair;
As now I will reveal.

'My first day's walk was to the Court, Where Beauty fed mine eyes; Yet found I that the Courtly sport

Did mask in sly disguise.

'For Falsehood sat in fairest looks;
And friend to friend was coy.
Court Favour filled but empty books;
And there I found no joy.

'Desert went naked in the cold;

When crouching Craft was fed. Sweet words were cheaply bought and sold; But none that stood in stead.

'Wit was imployed for each man's own;
Plain Meaning came too short.
All these devices seen and known,
Made me forsake the Court.

'Unto the City next I went,
In hope of better hap;
Where liberally I launched and spent,
As set on Fortune's lap.

The little stock I had in store,

Methought, would ne'er be done! Friends flocked about me more and more; As quickly lost as won!

For when I spent; they then were kind! But when my purse did fail;

The foremost man came last behind!

Thus love with wealth doth quail.

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