Hereon they kist with many a oath,
Heigh-ho, with many a oath;

And fore God Pan did plight their troth,
And to the church they hied them fast.

And God send euery pretie peate,
Heigh-ho, the pretie peate:
That feares to die of this conceate,
So kind a friend to helpe at last.

END OF THE VERSES FROM ROSALYND OR EUPHUES'
GOLDEN LEGACIE.

VERSES

FROM

THE LIFE AND DEATH

OF

WILLIAM LONGBEARD.

BY T. LODGE.

1593.

THE

LIFE AND DEATH

OF

WILLIAM LONGBEARD,

THE MOST FAMOUS AND WITTY

English Traitor,

BORNE IN THE CITTY OF LONDON.

ACCOMPANIED WITH MANYE OTHER

MOST PLEASANT AND PRETTIE HISTORIES,

By T. L. of Lincoln's Inne, Gent.

Printed at London, by Rychard Yardley and Peter Short, dwelling on Breadstreat hill, at the Signe of the Starre.

1593.

A

DISTRESS'D MOTHER'S LULLABIE

TO HER CHILDREN.

LULLABIE,

Ah, little laddes

Giue ceaselesse sorrow end with lullabie;

Suck up my teares

That streame from out the fountaines of mine eie, Feed, feed on me

Whom no good hope or fortune glads,

Oh set me free

From those incessant and pursuing feares Which waken vp my woes and kil my pleasure.

Lullabie,

Weepe, weepe no more,

But let me weepe, and weeping, weepe life hence, That whilst you want

I

may

not see false Fortune's proud pretence
When I am dead

My God perhaps will send you store.

Oh smile in need,