Quoth he, "I love none above thee, For chastity I prove thee; As constant I'le prove, As the mate unto the dove, Nay, though thou wert dead, I'le love thee! "And all contents I'le give thee, So that thou wilt live with me; My life and all I'le loose, Ere I my love abuse, And all my rich kith unto me." As Willy thus was talking, The shepherd's eyes were walking; Each legge and each limbe, So tricked, so trim, She thought it no time of balking. Her heart with love was taken, God Cupid did her awaken; And cast a cheerfull eye, Upon him by and by, To show he was not forsaken. His lips to hers he laid, She never a word gain-said; Thus joyning their hands, They tyed the nuptiall bands, Which never till death decai'd. Such happy joy God send me, When I to wed intend me; And to each faithfull lover, Where they be one or other, I heartily commend thee. FOOTNOTE: [Footnote 211: From a broadside in the Rox. Coll., black letter. London, printed for John Wright.] NATTERIN NAN. BE A YORKSHUR LIKENASS TAKER.[212] Noa daht ye'll all ev eard abaht T' Appolloa Belvidere, A statty, thowt be sum ta be Fro' ivvery failin tlear. All reyt an streyt i' mak and shap, A mould for t'race o' men, A dahnreyt, upreyt, beng-up chap, Nut mitch unlike mesen. Nah, thaw ye knaw he's nowt bud stoan, He lewks sa grand an big, That little durst ya pool his noas, Ur lug his twisted wig. Pratly, reyt pratly, ovver t'floor, A tep e toas ye walk, An hod yur breeath for varry awe, An whisper when ya tauk. There's that abaht him, bud I knaw'nt Nut reytly hah ta say't, That maks ya feel as small as thieves Anent a magistrate. Yee've seen that dolt o'mucky tlay, O't face o' Pudsa Doas, T'owd madlin 's worn it all his life, An fancied it a noas. Yond props is like a pair o' tengs O' Sykes's, yet by t' megs, When he wur souber as a judge, A've eard him call em legs. So Heaven be praised for self-consate, Withaht it ah sud say Wee'se hate wursen we all wur meet For ivver an a day. When sitch like lewks at t' marble God Egoy! ha wide they gape, An wunder which they favver t'moast, A boggard or an ape. An sum we envy and we spite Get filled ta that degree, They'd knock his noas off if they durst, Or give him a black ee. He sumhah kests a leet on things 'At fowk noan wants ta see, Thear's few likes tellin what they are Or what they owt ta be. Wah, wah, purfecshun nivver did To Adam's bairns beleng, An lewk at mortals as we will We fynd a summat wreng. For Adam gate so mesht wi't fall, That all o't human race Grow sadly aht o' shap it mind, I't karkiss an it' face. There's noan sa blynd bud tha can see Sum fawts i' other men; A've sumtimes met we fowk 'at thowt They saw sum i' thersen.