Witu daitive' steppe Religyon, dyghte in greie, Ne moe, de moe, alass! I call you myne: Her face of doleful hue,

[waie, Whydder must you, alı! whydder must I goe? Swyfte as a takel thro’we bryghte Heav'n tooke her I kenn not either; uh mie einmers dygne, And ofte and ere anon dyd saie

To parte wyth you wyll wurcke mee myckle “ Aie! mee! what shall I doe;

woe; * See Brystoe citie, whyche I nowe doe kenne, I muste be gonne, botte whare I dare ne telle; Arysynge to mie view,

O storthe, unto mie mynde! I goe to Helle. " Thycke throug'd wythe soldyers and wythe Soone as the morne dyddyghte the roddie Sunne, Butte saynctes I seen few.” (traffyckmenne;

A shade of theves eche streake of lyght dyd Fytz-Hardynge rose;-he rose lyke bryghte sonne


[ruon, in the morne,

Whan yon the Heavn full half hys course was “ Faire dame adryne thein eyne,

Eche stirrying nayghbour dyd mie harte alleme: “ Let alle thie greefe bee myne,

Thye loss, or quyck or slepe, was aie mie For 1 wylle rere thee uppe a mynster bie;

* The toppe whereof shall reach ynto the skie; For thee, O gould, I dyd the lawe ycrase;
" And wylle a monke be shorne;"

For thee, I gotten or bie wiles or breme;
Thenne dyd the dame replie,

Ynn thee I all mie joie and good dyd place; “ I shall ne be forelourne;

Botte nowe to mee thie pleasaunce ys ne moe, Here wyll I take a cherysaunied reste,

I kenne notte botte for thee 1 to the quede must And spend mie daies upon Fytz-Hardynges

gue. breste."



[This, and the two following poems, attributed to

Mr. Canynge, are printed from Mr. Catcott's

Maie Selynesse on Erthes boundes bee hadde?
Maie yt adyghte yn human shape be found?
Wote yee, yt was wyth Edin's bower bestadde,
Or quite eraced from the scaunce-layd grounde,
Whan from the secret fontes the waterres dyd

Does yt agrosed shun the bodyed waulke,
Lyve to ytself and to yttes ecchoe taulke?
All hayle, Contente, thou mayd of turtie-eyne,
As thie behoulders thynke thou arte iwreene,
To ope the dore to Selynesse ys thyne,
And Chrystis glorie doth upponne thee sheene.
Doer of the foule thynge ne hath thee seene;
In caves, yno wodes, ynu woe, and dole distresse,
Whoere hath thee hath gotten Selynesse.


BY THE SAME. [This poem is taken from a fragment of vellum,

which Chatterton gave to Mr. Barrett as an original. With respect to the three friends of Mr. Canynge, mentioned in the last line, the .name of Rowley is sufficiently known from the preceding poems. Iscamm appears as an actor in the tragedy of Ælla, and in that of Godd. wyn; and a poem, ascribed to him, entitled, The Merry Tricks of Laymington, is inserted in the Discorse of Bristow. Sir Theobald Gorges was a knight of an ancient family seated at Wraxhall, within a few miles of Bristol. (See Rot. Parl. 3 H. VI. n. 28. Leland's Itin. vol. VII. p. 98.) He has also appeared as an actor in both the tragedies, and as the author of one of the mynstrelles songes in Ælla. His connection with Mr. Canynge is verified by a deed of the latter, dated 20th October, 1467, in which he gives to trustees, in part of a benefaction of 5001. to the church of St. Mary Redcliffe, “ certain jewels of sir Theobald Gorges, knt.” which had been pawned to him for 1601.]

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This mornynre starte of Radcleves rysynge raie, Orr, soone as theie dyd see the worldis lyghte,
A true man goode of mynde and Canynge hyghte, Fate had wrott downe, thys mann ys borne to
Benethe thys stone lies moltrynge ynto claie,

fyghte. Untylle the darke tombe sheene an eterne lyghte.

“ Ælle," I sayd, or els my mynde dyd saie, Thyrde from hys loynes the present Canynge

“ Whie ys thy actyons left so spare yn storie? Houton are wordes for to telle his doe; (came; Were I toe dispone, there should lyvven aie For aye shall lyve hys heaven-recorded name,

Inn Erthe and Hevenis rolles thie tale of glorie; Ne shall yt dye whanne tyme shall bee no moe;

Thie actes soe doughtie should for aie abyde, Whanne Mychael's trumpe shall sounde to rise

And bie theyre teste all after actes be tryde." the solle,

Thys dolle.
He'll wynge to Heaven with kynne, and happy be Next holie Wareburghus fylld mie mynde,

As fayre a sayncte as anie towne can boaste,

Or bee the erthe wyth lyghte or merke ywrynde, THE STORIE OF WILLIAM CANYNGE. I see hys ymage war:lkey ng throve the coaste:

Fitz-Hardynge, Bithrickus, and twentie moe [The first 34 lines of this poem are extant upon Ynn visyonn fure mie phantasie dyd goe.

another of the vellum fragments, given by Chatt: rton to Mr. Barrett. The remainder is | Thus all mie wandrynge faytour thynkeynge printed from another copy, furnished by Mr.


[mynde, Catcott, with some corrections from another

And eche dygne buylder dequac'd onn mie

Whan from the distaunt streeme arose a mayde, copy, made by Mr. Barrett from one in Chatterton's hand-writing. This poem makes part Whose gentle tresses mov'd not to the wynde; of a prose work, attributed to Rowley, giving Lyche to the sylver Moone yn frostie neete, an account of painters, carvellers, poets, and

The damoiselle dyd come soe blythe and sweete. other eminent natives of Bristol, from the earliest times to his own.

Ne browded mantell of a scarlette hue, It may be proper just to remark here, that Mr. Ne shoone pykes plaited o'er wyth ribbandle getre,

Canynge's brother, mentioned in ver. 129, who Ne costlie paraments of woden blue, was lord mayor of London in 1456, is called Noughte of a dresse, but bewtie dyd shee weere; Thomas, by Stowe, in his List of Mayors, &c. Naked shee was and loked swete of youthe, The transaction alluded to in the last stanza is All dyd bewryen that her name was Trouthe.

related at large in some prose memoirs of Rowley. It is there said that Mr. Canynge The ethie ringletts of her notte-browne hayre went into orders, to avoid a marriage, pro

What ne a manne shoulde see dvd swotelie hyde, posed by king Edward, between him and a Whych on her milk-white bodykin so fayre lady of the Widdevile family. It is certain, Dyd showe lyke browne streemes fowlyng the from the register of the bishop of Worcester,

white tyde. that Mr. Canynge was ordained Acolythe by Or veynes of brown hue yn a marble cuart, bishop Carpenter on 19 September, 1407, and re- | Whyche by the traveller ys kenn'd from farr. ceived the higher orders of subdeacon, deacon, and priest, on the 12th of March, 1467, 0. S. Astounded mickle there I sylente laie, the 2d and 16th of April, 1468, respectively.]

Still scauncing wondrous at the walkynge syghte,

Mie senses forgarde ne coulde reyn awaje; Anent a brooklette as I laie reclynd,

But was ne forstraughte whan she dyd alyghte

Anie to mee, dreste up yn naked viere, Listeynge to heare the water glyde alonge, Myndeynge how thorowe the greene mees yt | Whyche mote yo some ewbrycious thoughtes

abrewe, twynd, Awhilst the cavys respons'd yts mottring songe,

But I ne dyd once thynke of wanton thoughte: At dystaunt rysyng Avonne to be sped, Amenged wyth rysyng hylles dyd shewe yts head; And yn mie pockate han a crouchee broughte,

For well I mynded what bie vowe I hete, Engarlanded wyth crownes of osyer weedes

Whych yn the blosom woulde such sins anete'; And wraytes of alders of a bercie scent,

I lok'd wyth eyne as pure as angelles doe, And stickeynge out wyth clowde agested reedes,

And dyd the everie thoughte of foule eschewe. The hoarie Avonne show'd dyre semblamente, Whylest blataunt Severne, from Sabryna clepde,

Wyth sweet semblate and an angel's grace Rores flemie o'er the sandes that she hepde.

She'gan to lecture from her gentle breste;

For Trouthis wordes ys her myndes face, These rynegears swythyn bringetheto my thowghte | Palse oratoryes sbe dyd aie deteste: Of hardie champyons knowen to the loude, Sweetnesse was yn eche worde she dyd yw'reene, How onde the bankes thereof brave Ælle foughte, Tho shee strove not to make that sweetnesse Ele descended from Merce kynglie bloude,

sheene. Warden of Brystowe towne and castel stede, Who ever and anon made Danes to blede.

1 Unauthorized. Dean Milles says it is the Methoughte such doughtie menn must have a old English word nete or nought, with the prefis; sprighte

to which corresponds the old French verb aneanDote yn the armour brace that Mychael bore, tised (annihilated) used by Chaucer. But there Whan he wyth Satan kynge of Helle dyd fyghte, is no proof, that the word nete has ever been used And Eartbe was drented yu a mere of gore; as a verb, even if it exists.


Shee sayd; “ Mie manner of appereynge here And put hys broder ynto syke a trade, (made. Mie name and sleyghted myndbruch maje thee That he lorde mayor of Londonne towne was telle;

(were, I'm Trouthe, that dyd descende fromm heaven- Hys dame, hys seconde selfe, give upp her brethe,

Eftsoons hys mornynge tourned to gloomie nyghte; Goulers and courtiers doe not kenne mee welle; Thie inmoste thoughtes, thie labrynge brayne I Seekynge for eterne lyfe and endless lyghte,

And sleed good Canynge; sad mystake of dethe! sawe, And from thie gentle dreeme will thee adawe.

So have I scen a flower ynn sommer tyine

Trodde downe and broke and widder ynn ytts “Full manie champyons and menne of lore,

pryme. Payncters and carvellers have gaind good name,

Next Radcleeve chyrche (oh worke of hande of But there's a Canynge, to encrease the store,

Heav'n, A Canvnge, who shall buie uppe all theyre fame.

Whare Canyuge sheweth as an instrumente,) Take thou mie power, and see yn chylde and was to my bismarde eyne-syghte newlie giv'n;

'Tis paste to blazonne ytt to good contente. What troulie noblenesse yn Canynge ranne."

You that woulde fayn the fetyve buyldynge sce As when a bordelier onn ethie bedde,

Repayre to Radcleve, and contented bee. Tyr'd wyth the laboures maynt of sweltrie daie, I sawe the myndbruch of hys nobille soule Yn slepeis bosom laieth hys deft headde,

Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe; So, senses sonke to reste, my boddie laje;

| sawe what Pheryons yn hys mynde dyd rolle; Eftsoons mie sprighte, from erthlie bandes un- Nowe fyx'd fromm seconde dames a preeste for tyde,

lyfe. Immengde yn flanched ayre wyth Trouthe asyde. Thys ys the manne of menne, the vision spoke;

Then belle for even-songe mie senses woke.
Strayte was I carryd back to tymes of yore,
Whylst Canynge swathed yet yn fleshlie bedde,
And saw all actyons whych han been before,
And all the scroll of Fate unravelled;

And when the fate-mark'd babe acome to sygthe,
I saw hym eager gaspyng after lyghte.


[From a MSS. by Chatterton in the British In all bys shepen gambols and chyldes plaie, In everie merriemakeyng, fayre or wake,

Museum.] I kenn'd a perpled lyghte of wysdom's raie; Yynge Heraudyn al bie the grene wode sate, He eate downe learnynge wyth the wastle cake. Hereynge the swote Chelandrie ande the Oue, As wise as apie of the eldermenne,

Seeinge the kenspecked amaylde flourettes nete, He'd wytte enowe toe make a mayre at tenne. Envyngynge to the birds hys love songe true.

Syrre preeste camme bie ande forthe bis bede-rolle As the dulce downie barbe beganne to gre,

So was the well thyghte texture of hys lore; Fyve Aves ande on Pater moste be sedde;
Eche daie enhedeynge mockler for to bee, Tivayne songe, the on bys songe of Willowe Rue
Greete yn hys councel for the daies he bore. The odher one
All tongues, all carrols dyd unto hym synge,
Wondryog at one soe wyse, and yet soe yinge.
Encreaseynge yn the yeares of mortal lyfe,

And hasteynge to hys journie ynto Heaven
Hee thoughte ytt proper for to cheese a wyfe,

BY JOHN, SECOND ABBATTE OF SEYNCTE AUS. And use the seves for the purpose gevene.

TYNS MYNSTERRE. Hee then was yothe of comelie semelikeede, (From Barrett's History of Bristol. It was sent And hee had made a mayden's herte to blede. by Chatterton to Horace Walpole, as a note to

Rowleie's Historie of Peyncters. “ This John," He had a fader, (Jesus rest his soule')

he says, “ was inducted abbot in the year 1186, Who loved money, as bys charie joie;

and sat in the dies 29 years. He was the Hee had a broder (happie manne be's dole!) greatest poet of the age in which he lived; he Yn mynde and boddie, hys owne fadre's boie; understood the learned languages. Take a speWhat then could Canynge wissen as a parte cimen of bis poetry on King Richard 1st.”] To gyve to her whoe had made chop of hearte?

Harte of lyope! shake thie swordle, But landes and castle tenures, golde and bighes,

Bare thie mortheynge steinede honde: And hoardles of sylver rousted yn the ent,

Quace whole armies to the queede, Canynge aud hys fayre sweete dyd that despyse,

Worke thie wylle yn burlie bronde. To change of troulie love was theyre content;

Barons here on bankers-browded, Theie lyv'd togeder yn a house adygne,

Pychte yn furres gaynste the cale; Of goode sendaument commilie and tyne.

Whilest thou yone thonderyoge armes

Warriketh whole cyttes bale. But soon hys broder and hys syre dyd die,

Harte of lyon! sound the beme! And lefte to Willyam states and renteynge rolles, Sounde ytte ynto inner londes, And at hys wyll hys broder Johne supplie.

Preare flies sportine ynne the cleeme, Hee gave a chauntrie to redeeme theyre soules; Inne thie banner terror stondes.


One Leefwyne of kyngelie Lyne

Inne Brystowe towne dyd leve,

And toe the samme for hys gode name (From Barrett's History of Bristol. Chatterton

The Ackmanne Yate dyd gev. says, “ As you approve of the small specimen Hammon a Jorde of hie accorde of his poetry, I have sent you a larger, which Was yone the strete neinpte brede; though admirable is still (in my opinion) in so greate hys myghte, soe strynge yn fyghte, ferior to Rowley', whose workes when I have

Onne Byker hee dyd fede. leisure I will fairly copy and send you.]

Fitz Lupous digne of gentle lyne

Onne Radclyve made hys Baie,

Inn moddie Gronne the wbyche uponne Of warres glumm pleasaunce doe I chaunte mie

Botte reittes and roshes laie. laie,

(the lyne, Than Radclyve Strete of mansyonnes meete Trouthe tips the poynctelle, wyslomme skemps In semelie gare doe stonde, Whylste hoare experiaunce telleth what toe saie, | And Canynge grete of fayre estate And forwyned hosbandrie wyth blearie eyne, Bryngeth to tradynge londe, Stondeth and woe bements; the trecklynge bryne Hardynge dydde comme from longe kyngddomme Rounnynge adone hys cheekes which doeth shewe

Inne Knyvesmythe strete to lyne, Lyke hys unfrutefulle fieldes, longe straungers to Roberte hys sonne, moche gode thynges donne the ploughe,

As abbattes doe blasynne.

Roberte the erle, ne conkered curll Saie, Glowster, whanne besprenged on evrich syde,

In castle stede dyd fraie The gentle hyndlette and the vylleyn felle;

Yynge Henrie to ynn Brystowe true Whanne smetheyoge sange dyd fowe lyke to a

As Hydelle dyd obaie.

A maioure dheene bee and Jamne hee
And sprytes were damned for the lacke of knelle,
Diddest thou kenne ne lykeness to an Helle,

Botte anne ungentle wyghte,
Where all were misdeedes doeyng lyche unwise,

Seyncte Marie tende eche aminie frende

Bie hallie taper lygbte. Where hope unbarred and deathe eftsoones dyd

shote theyre eies. Ye shepster swaynes who the ribibble kenne,

THE FREERE OF ORDERYS WHYTE. Ende the thyghte daunce, ne loke uponne the spere:

[menne, (From a MSS. by Chatterton in the British MuIn ugsommnesse ware moste bee dyghte toe seum. There is also the beginning of a poem Unseliness attendethe honourewere;

called the Freere of Orderys Black, which is Quaffe your swote vernage and atreeted beere. untit for publication.]

THERE was a broder of orderys whyte A CARONYCALLE OF BRYSTOWE. Fiee songe hy's masses yn the nyghte


The nonnes al slepeynge yn the dortoure 1356.

Thoughte hym of al syngeynge freerers the flowre, [From a MSS. by Chatterton in the British

Ave Maria, Jesu Maria.

Suster Agnes looved his syngeynge well
And songe with hem too the sothen to tell,

Ave Maria, &c.
Ynne whilomme dajes, as Stowe saies,

But be ytte ne sed bie elde or yynge Ynne famous Brystowe towne

That ever dheye oderwyse dyd synge
There lyved knyghtes doghtie yn fyghtes

Than Ave Maria, &c.
Of marvellous renowne.
A Saxonne boulde renowned of oulde

This broder was called evrich wheere
For dethe and dernie dede,

To Kenshamm and to Bristol nonnere, Maint Tanmen slone the Brugge uponne

Ave Maria, &c. Icausynge hem to blede.

Botte seyynge of masses dyd wurch hym so love Baldwynne hys name, Rolles saie the same

Above hys skynde hys bonys did growe, And yev hymme rennome grate,

Ave Maria, &c. Hee lyved nere the Ellynteire

He eaten beefe ande dyshes of mows Al bie Seyncte Lenardes yate.

And hontend everych knyghtys house, A mansion hie, made bosmorelie,

With Ave Maria, &c. Was reered bie hys honde,

And beynge ance moe in gode lyken Whanne he ysterve, hys name unkerve

He songe to the nones and was poren agen Inne Baldwynne streete doe stonde.

With Ave Maria, &c.
On Ellie then of Mercyann menne

As meynte of Pentells blase,
Inne Castle-stede made dofull dede

And dydde the Dans arase.


COCKNEIES. * None of Rowley's pieces were ever made public, being till the year 1631 shut up in an iron (From dean Milles's edition of Rowley. It concbest in Redcliff church,

tains, says the dean, a variety of evidence, tending to confirm the authenticity of these

WALWORTH. poems. In the first place, this sort of macaronic verse of mixed languages is a style used

Quæ requirit misericordiam mala causa est.

Alack, alack, a sad dome mine in fay, in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. Dante

But oft with cityzens it is the case; has some of these amongst his Rhyme, (p. 226. vol. 2d. Venice 1741) which are composed of Causâ mori, as auntient pensmen sayse.

Honesta turpitudo pro bonâ French, Italian, and Latin, and conclude thus:

Namque locutus sum in linguâ trina. Skelton, who lived not long after Rowley, has also poems in the same kind of verse. Secondly, the correctness of the Latin, and the propriety

THE MERRIE TRICKS OF of the answers in English, show it to have been

LAMY NGETOWNE. writteu at least by a better scholar than Chatterton. Thirdly, the low humour of the dia

BY MAYSTRE JOHN AISCAM. logue, although suited to the taste of that early and illiterate age, could be no object of imita

(From Dean Milles's edition.] tion to a modern poet. But it is a most re- A RYGOUROus doome is myne, upon mie faie: markable circumstance, that he has introduced Before the parent starre, the lyghtsome Sonne, his two Cockneies under the names of two most Hath three tymes lyghted up the cheerful daie, respectable aldermen of the city of London, To other reaulmes must Laymingtonne be gonne, who lived about the year 1380, sir William Or else my flymsie thredde of lyfe is spunne; Walworth and sir John Philpot; men of such | And shall I hearken to a cowarts reede, distinguished reputation, not only in their own And from so vain a shade, as lyfe is, runne? city, but also in the whole kingdom, that the No! fie all thoughtes of runynge to the queed: first parliament of Richard the Scond, in grant- No! here I'll staje, and let the Cockneies see, ing a subsidy to that king, made it subject to That Laymyntone the brave,, will Layinyngethe controul and management of these two ci- towne still be. tizens. (Walsingham, p. 200. Rapin, vol. i. p. 454 and 458.)

To fyght, and not to flee, my sabatans
I'll don, and girth my swerde unto my syde;


go to ship, but not to foreyne landes,

But act the pyrate, rob in every tyde; God ye god den', my good naighbour, howe d'ye With Cockneies bloude Thamysis shall be dyde, ayle?

Theire goodes in Bristowe markette shall be solde. How does your wyfe, man! what never assole?

My bark the faverd of the waters ryde, Cum rectitate vivas, verborum mala ne cures. Her sayles of scarlette and her stere of goide; WALWORTH.

My men the Saxonyes, I the Hengyst bee, Ah, Mastre Phyllepot, evil tongues do saie,

And in my shyppe combyne the force of all their

That my wyfe will lyen down to daie :
Tis ne twaine moneths syth shee was myne for aie. Go to my trustie menne in Selwoods chase,

That through the lessel hunt the burled boare,

Tell them how standes with me the present case, Animum submittere noli rebus in adversis,

And bydde them revel down at Watchets shore, Nolito quædam referenti semper credere.

And saunt about in hawlkes and woods no more; But I pity you nayghbour, is it so?

Let every auntrous knyghte his arinour brase, This salutation, which should be written God | Their meats be mans ileshe, and theyre beverage 'ye good den, is more than once used by Shakespear: Hancele, or hanceled, from the human race;

gore, In Love's Labour Lost, the clown says,

Bid them, like mee theyre leeder, shape theyre God dig you den all. Act iv. Sc. 1.


(kynde. That is to say, God give you a good evening; for dig To be a bloudie foe in armes, saynst all manis undoubtedly a mistake for give.

So in the dialogue between the Nurse and Mercutio, in Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 5. the for- I go my boon companions for to fynde. mer says,

[Ralph goes out God ye good morrow gentlemen; to which the latter replies,

LAMYNGETOWNE. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman, Unfaifull Cockneies dogs! your god is gayne. And in the Exmoor Courtship,

When in your towne I spent my greete estate, Good den, good den;

What crowdes of citts came frockynge to my which the glossarist on that pamphlet properly traine, explains by the wish of a good evening; and Mr. What shoals of tradesmenne eaten from my plate, Steevens observes on the passage in Love's La- My naine was alwajes Laymyngeton the greate; bour Lost, that this contraction is not unusual in But whan my wealth was gone, ye kennd me not, our ancient coinic writers, and quotes the play I stoode in warde ye laughed at mie fate, called the Northern Lass, by R. Brone, 1633, for Nor car'd if Laymyngeton the great did rotte; the following phrase:

But know ye, curriedowes, ye shall soon feele, God ye good even.

I've got experience now, altho I bought it wcele. TOL. XV.



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