Balliolensis.
GOE, SOULE, THE BODIES GUEST."
I have a cotemporaneous MS. of this wonderfully-fine poem, that came into my possession with a certain rare bunch of black-letter ballads, printed between the years 1559 and 1597, and all of them unique (of the said bunch, Mr. Editor, more hereafter), which contains two additional verses not to be found in A Poetical Rhapsodie, compiled by Francis Davison, and "printed by William Stansby for Roger Jackson, dwelling in Fleet Street, neere the great Conduit, 1611;" nor in Poems by Sir Henry Wotton, Sir Walter Raleigh, and others, carefully edited by the Rev. John Hannah, M.A., and published by my friend William Pickering in 1845. They are prefaced by the word "Additions." They are written on the same leaf, and in the same quaint hand, and are as follow:
Tell London of their stewes,
Tell marchants of their usury;
And, though it be no newes,
Tell courtyers of theyr lechery;
And if they will reply,
They best deserve the lye.