They ranted, drank, and merry made, Till all his gold it waxed thinne; And then his friendes they slunk away; They left the unthrifty heire of Linne. 60 He had never a penny left in his purse, Never a penny left but three, And one was brass, another was lead, And another it was white monèy. "Nowe well-aday," sayd the heire of Linne, 65 "Nowe well-aday, and woe is mee, For when I was the lord of Linne, I never wanted gold nor fee. "But many a trustye friend have I, And why shold I feel dole or care? 70 Ile borrow of them all by turnes, Soe need I not be never bare." But one, i-wis, was not at home; Another had payd his gold away; Another call'd him thriftless loone, 75 And bade him sharpely wend his way. "Now well-aday," sayd the heire of Linne, "Now well-aday, and woe is me; For when I had my landes so broad, On me they liv'd right merrilee. 80 "To beg my bread from door to door, I-wis, it were a brenning shame; To rob and steal it were a sinne; To worke, my limbs I cannot frame. "Now Ile away to [the] lonesome lodge, 85 For there my father bade me wend: When all the world should frown on mee I there shold find a trusty friend." 34. i. e. earnest-money; from the French _denier à Dieu_. At this day, when application is made to the Dean and Chapter of Carlisle to accept an exchange of the tenant under one of their leases, a piece of silver is presented, by the new tenant, which is still called a God's-penny. PERCY. PART THE SECOND. Away then hyed the heire of Linne, Oer hill and holt, and moor and fenne, Untill he came to [the] lonesome lodge, That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne. He looked up, he looked downe, 5 In hope some comfort for to winne; But bare and lothly were the walles; "Here's sorry cheare," quo' the heire of Linne. The little windowe, dim and darke, Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe; 10 No shimmering sunn here ever shone, No halesome breeze here ever blew. No chair, ne table he mote spye, No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed, Nought save a rope with renning noose, 15 That dangling hung up o'er his head. And over it in broad lettèrs, These words were written so plain to see: "Ah! gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyselfe to penurie? 20 "All this my boding mind misgave, I therefore left this trusty friend: Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace, And all thy shame and sorrows end."