WOMEN, women, love of women, Yit all they be nat so. Some be lewd, some all be shrewed,- Some be wise, and some be fond, And some be tame, I understond, 2 And some can take bread of a man's hond, Some will be drunken as a mouse; Some be crooked, and will hurt a louse; And some be fair, and good in a house; Yit all be nat so: For some be lewd, and some be shrewed,- Some can prate withouten hire, And some make debate in every shire, Some be lewd, and some be shrewed, Go where they go. Some be brown, and some be white, And some be tender as a tripe, And some of them be cherry-ripe, Yit all they be nat so. Some be lewd, and some be shrewed, Go where they go. 1 The date of this poem may be towards 1460. I have seen three several versions of it. Two of them are nearly alike, and are here substantially reproduced. From the other, which differs considerably, I have taken the stanza which appears third in the present reprint. 2 Curst, hateful. Some of them be true of love Some be lewd, and some be shrewed, Some can whister, and some can cry; Some be lewd, and some be shrewed, He that made this song full good Came of the north and the southern blood, Some be lewd, and some be shrewed, Some be lewd and some be shrewed, A GOOD MEDICINE FOR SORE EYNE.2 FOR a man that is almost blind, Let him go barehead all day again the wind, And than wrap him in a cloak, And put him in a house full of smoke, And hyll 3 him well and warm. TRUST IN WOMEN. WHEN these things following be done to our intent, When nettles in winter bring forth roses red,' And geese bear pearls in every mead, 1 Kin. And laurel bear cherries abundantly, 2 Date towards 1480: so also for the two poems that follow next. 3 Cover. And kisks give of honey superfluence, When box bear paper in every lond and town, And pikes have naturally feathers in their crown, Than put women in trust and confidence. And greenfinches to goslings do obedience, When crowves take sarmon in woods and parks, And camels in the air take swallows and larks, And when wifes to their husbands do no offence, When hantlopes surmounts eagles in flight, And swans be swifter than hawks of the tower, 1 Sacks. 2 Construct. 3 Salmon. 4 I don't understand these three words-not to speak of some few others passim. GOSSIP MINE.1 I WILL you tell a full good sport, But I dare not, for their displeasance, "Good gossip mine, where have ye be? Where is the best wine? Tell you me: "I know a draught of merry-go-down,-- But yet would I not, for my gown, "Call forth your gossips by and by,- For they will come, both all and some. "And each of them will somewhat bring, Goose, pig, or capon's wing, Pasties of pigeons, or some such thing : For a gallon of wine they will not wring. "Go before be twain and twain, For I must home-and come again- "A stripe or two God might send me, "Now be we in tavern set; A draught of the best let him fett, To bring our husbands out of debt; For we will spend till God more send." 1 Of this poem I have seen two versions. On the whole, I think the one here printed is superior in touches of character and manners. The other differs in arrangement and in numerous details, and devotes some stanzas to an incident which does not appear at all in our version-namely, the summoning of a harper for the diversion of the " merry wives." Each of them brought forth their dish: Some brought flesh, and some fish. Quod Margaret meek: "Now, with a wish, I would Anne were here-she would make us cheer." "How say you, gossips? Is this wine good?" Sweet wines keep my body in hele: If I had of it nought, I should take great thought. "How look ye, gossip, at the board's end? Not merry, gossip? God it amend ! All shall be well, else God it defend : Be merry and glad, and sit not so sad." "Would God I had done after your counsel ! He beateth me like the devil of hell; Alice with a loud voice spake than : And specially his wife :-God give him short live!" I know no mar. that is alife That give me two strokes but he shall have fife : I am not afeard, though I have no beard." One cast down her shot, and went her way. 16 Gossip," quod Elinore, "what did she pay?" "Not but a penny." "Lo therefore I say She shall be no more of our lore. "Such guests we may have enow That will not for their shot allow. With whom come she? Gossip, with you?" "Nay," quod Joan, "I come alone." "Now reckon our shot, and go we hence. What! cost it each of us but three pence? For such a sort, and all but sport. "Turn down the street where ye come out, And we will compass round-about." 66 'Gossip," quod Anne, "what needeth that doubt? Your husbands be pleased when ye be reised. |