1. J'ai vu faner bien des choses, Mainte feuille aller au vent. En songeant aux vieilles roses, J'ai pleure souvent. 2. Vois-tu dans les roses mortes Amour qui sourit cache? O mon amant, a nos portes L'as-tu vu couche? 3. As-tu vu jamais au monde Venus chasser et courir? Fille de l'onde, avec l'onde Doit-elle mourir? 4. Aux jours de neige et de givre L'amour s'effeuille et s'endort; Avec mai doit-il revivre, Ou bien est-il mort? 5. Qui sait ou s'en vont les roses? Qui sai ou s'en va le vent? En songeant a telles choses, J'ai pleure souvent. I never heard yet but love made good knights, But for pure faith, by Mary's holiness, I think she lies about men's lips asleep, And if one kiss or pluck her by the hand To wake her, why God help your woman's wit, Faith is but dead; dig her grave deep at heart, And hide her face with cerecloths; farewell faith. Would I could tell why I talk idly. Look, Here come my riddle-readers. Welcome all; [Enter MURRAY, DARNLEY, RANDOLPH, LINDSAY, MORTON, and other LORDS.] Sirs, be right welcome. Stand you by my side, Fair cousin, I must lean on love or fall; You are a goodly staff, sir; tall enough, And fair enough to serve. My gentle lords, I am full glad of God that in great grace He hath given me such a lordly stay as this; There is no better friended queen alive. For the repealing of those banished men That stand in peril yet of last year's fault, It is our will; you have our seal to that. Brother, we hear harsh bruits of bad report Blown up and down about our almoner; See you to this: let him be sought into: They say lewd folk make ballads of their spleen, Strew miry ways of words with talk of him; If they have cause let him be spoken with. LINDSAY. Madam, they charge him with so rank a life Were it not well this fellow were plucked out-- Seeing this is not an eye that doth offend, But a blurred glass it were no harm to break; Yea rather it were gracious to be done?