XV
‘I will spend my days in prayer,
Love and all his laws defy,
In a nunnery will I shroud me,
Far from any company:
But ere my prayers have end, be sure of this,
To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss.
XVI
‘Thus farewell, most gentle captain,
Farewell too my heart’s content!
Count not Spanish ladies wayward,
Though to thee my love was bent:
Joy and true prosperity go still with thee!’—
‘The like fall ever to thy share, most fair ladỳ!’
[162. The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington]
I
There was a youth, and a well-belovèd youth,
And he was an esquire’s son,
He loved the bailiff’s daughter dear,
That lived in Islington.