The villa thus completely grac'd,
All own that Thrifty has a taste;
And Madam's female friends and cousins,
With common-council-men, by dozens,
Flock ev'ry Sunday to the seat,
To stare about them, and to eat.

THE

FRIAR OF ORDERS GREY.

FIRST PUBLISHED BY DR. PERCY.

It was a Friar of Orders Gray

Walk'd forth to tell his beads; And he met with a lady fair

Clad in a pilgrim's weeds..

a Now Christ thee save, thou reverend Friar,

I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine

My true-love thou didst see.”

“And how should I know your true-love

From many another one?" "O, by his cockle hat, and staff,

And by his sandal shoon

“ Bat chiefly by bis face and mien

That were so fair to view,
His flaxen locks that sweetly curld,

And eyne of lovely blue.”

“O Lady, he is dead and gone!

Lady he's dead and gone!
And at his head a green-grass turf,

And at bis heels a stone.

Within these holy cloysters long

He languish'd and he died, Lamenting of a lady's love,

And 'plaining of her pride.

* Here bore him barefac'd on his bier

Six proper youths and tall,
And many a tear bedew'd his grave

Within yon kirk-yard wall.”

" And art thou dead, thou gentle youth!

And art thou dead and gone!
And didst thou die for love of me?--

Break, cruel heart of stone !"

"O weep not, Lady, weep not so;

Some ghostly comfort seek:
Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart,

Nor tears bedew thy cheek."

“O do not, do not, holy Friar,

My sorrow now reprove;
For I have lost the sweetest youth

That e'er won lady's love.

“And now, alas! for thy sad loss,

I'll e'ermore weep and sigh; For thee I only wish'd to live,

For thee I wish to die."

Weep no more, Lady, weep no more,

Thy sorrow is in vain: For violets pluck'd, the sweetest showers

Will ne'er make grow again.

“Our joys as winged dreams do fly,

Why then should sorrow last? Since Grief but aggravates thy loss,

Grieve not for what is past,”

"O, say not so, thou holy Friar,

I pray thee, say not so;
For since my true-love dy'd for me,

'Tis meet my tears should flow.

" And will he never come again?

Will he ne'er come again? Ab! no; he is dead, and laid in his grave,

For ever to remain.

“ His cheek was redder than the rose;

The comeliest youth was he!-
But he is dead, and laid in his grave:

Alas, and woe is me!"

Sigh no more, Lady, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever:
One foot on sea and one on land,

To one thing constant never.

“ Hadst thou been fond, he had been false,

And left thee sad aud heavy;
For young men e'er were fickle found,

Since summer trees were leafy."

"Now say not so, thou holy Friar,

I pray thee say not so;
My love he had the truest heart

O he was ever true!

" And thou art dead, thou much-lov'd youth!

And didst thou die for me?
Then farewell home! for evermore

A pilgrim I will be.

“ But first upon my true love's-grave

My weary limbs I'll lay,
And thrice I'll kiss the green-grass turf

That wraps his breathless clay."

" Yet stay, fair lady, rest a while,

Beneath this cloyster wall: See, through the hawthorne blows the cold wind,

And drizzly rain doth fall.”

"O stay me not, thou holy Friar !

O stay me not, I pray!
No drizzly rain that falls on me

Can wash my fault away.”

" Yet stay, fair lady, turn again,

And dry those pearly tears;
For see, beneath this gown of grey

Thy own true-love appears !

“ Here forc'd by grief and hopeless love,

These holy weeds I sought; And here amid these lonely walls

To end my days I thought.

“ Bat haply, for my year of

grace Is not yet pass'd away, Might I still hope to win thy love,

No longer would I stay."

" Now farewell grief, and welcome joy

Once more unto my heart;
For since I have found thee, lovely youth!

We never more will part."