A litle tinye aboue the eye.
70
‘First night after I was borne, a lord I was,
An earle after my father doth die;
My father is the worthy Lord of Learne,
And child he hath noe more but mee;
He sent me over the sea with the false steward,
And thus that he hath beguiled mee.’
71
The lady [wa]s in her garden greene,