The Haydock Papers

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: brother, just returned from the Netherlands?Roger Anderton, late butler to the lord of Hoghton. He had accompanied his master into exile, and had remained to the last his faithful servant. Merrily sing the weavers to the racket of their looms, each verse of their ballad concluding with the chorus? Nickety...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: brother, just returned from the Netherlands?Roger Anderton, late butler to the lord of Hoghton. He had accompanied his master into exile, and had remained to the last his faithful servant. Merrily sing the weavers to the racket of their looms, each verse of their ballad concluding with the chorus? Nickety nackety, Mondy come Saturdy, Pickin, sley, and troddle, Thrutchin o' mi noddle. As they finish, the distressed butler raises his head, and thus addresses his brothers, Sitha broder Jock, owd thi shottle, Huan, stop thi troddle, Jim, hark ye and starting from his seat, breaks forth into the following lament: ? Blessed Conscience. Apollo, wyth hys radiant beames, Inflam'd ye ayr soe fayr, Phaeton wyth hys fierie teames Ye heat of warrs dyd beare. Ye daye was hot, ye eyv'nynge coole, And pleasures dyd abounde; Medes, wyth manie a crystal poole, Dyd yeelde a joyful sounde. Thys fragrant tyme to pleasures prest, Myself for to solace, I walked forthe, as I thought best, Into a pryvate place. And as I wentt, myselfe alone, Ther cam to my presence A frende, who sem'd to mak grate moane. And sayde, Goe, gett yo hence. Alas I gode syr, what ys ye cause Yo thys have sayde to mee ? Indede, he sayde, ye Prynce's lawes Wyl beare noe more wyth thee: For Bysshopp Yonge wyl sumon thee, You must to hys presence; For yn thys londe 70 canot lyve And kepe yor conscynce. p er- am told I must not ryde, What ys my best to doe ? Code syr, here yo must not abyde, Unless to churche yo goe: Or else to Preston yo must wende, For here ys no resydence; For yn thys londe yo hav noe frende To kepe yor conscynce. Then dyd I thynke ytt was ye best For mee yn tyme provyde: For Bysshopp Yonge wulde...