But soon my first gave up her soul,
Her body was no more my whole.
[17]
A SAD, mad maiden, with a fair, sweet face
Offered my first, and called it herb of grace.
My last is made of common clay, but then
He ’s liked extremely by his fellow-men.
When I would seek instruction for my soul,
I take my prayer-book down and read my whole.
[18]
ONE gained and kept the foremost place,
And by my first he won the race.
My second is exceeding black
And often follows after Jack.