belappit] downtrodden. perigall] made equal to, privileged. garth] garden-close. laif] rest. with mind inwart] with inner mind, i.e. in spirit. _44._ _A Rondel of Love_ Lo, quhat it is to love Learn ye that list to prove, By me, I say, that no ways may The ground of grief remove, But still decay both nicht and day: Lo, quhat it is to love! Love is ane fervent fire Kindlit without desire, Short pleasure, long displeasure, Repentance is the hire; Ane pure tressour without measour; Love is ane fervent fire. To love and to be wise, To rage with good advice; Now thus, now than, so gois the game, Incertain is the dice; There is no man, I say, that can Both love and to be wise. Flee always from the snare, Learn at me to beware; It is ane pain, and double trane Of endless woe and care; For to refrain that danger plain, Flee always from the snare. ROBERT WEVER c. 1550 _45._ _In Youth is Pleasure_ In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay, The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day, I dreamèd fast of mirth and play: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go-- But when I waked it was not so: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Therefore my hart is surely pyght Of her alone to have a sight Which is my joy and hartes delight: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. RICHARD EDWARDES 1523-66 _46._ _Amantium Iræ_ In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept, I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept; She sighèd sore and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to rest, That would not cease but crièd still, in sucking at her breast. She was full weary of her watch, and grievèd with her child, She rockèd it and rated it, till that on her it smiled. Then did she say, Now have I found this proverb true to prove, The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love. Then took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for to write, In register for to remain of such a worthy wight: As she proceeded thus in song unto her little brat, Much matter utter’d she of weight, in place whereas she sat: And provèd plain there was no beast, nor creature bearing life, Could well be known to live in love without discord and strife: Then kissèd she her little babe, and sware by God above, The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.