ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 19
The Tired Woman's Epitaph
HEBE lies a poor woman who always was tired j
She lived in a house where help was not hired.
Her last words on earth were, " Dear friends, I am going
Where washing ain't done, nor sweeping, nor sewing ;
But everything there is exact to my wishes ;
For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes.
I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,
But, having no voice, 111 be clear of the singing.
Don't mourn for me now ; don't mourn for me never :
I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever."
Author unknown
There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind
npsEKE is a lady sweet and kind,
JL Was never face so pleased my mind i
•I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles :
Beguiles my heart, I know not why;
And yet I love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range
Her country, so my Love doth change :
But change she earth or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.
By an Unknown Writer
of the seventeenth century
Marlowe and Raleigh in the Fields
As I entered into the field a handsome milkmaid cast away all care
and sang like a nightingale. Her voice was good, and the ditty
fitted for it. It was that smooth song Come live with me and be my
love, which was made by Kit Marlowe now at least fifty years ago;
and the milkmaid's mother sang an answer to it, If all the world and
love were young, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his
younger days. Izaak Walton
The Miracle of the Night
npHE nightingale breathes such sweet loud music out of her little
JL instrumental throat that it might make mankind think miracles
are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps
securely, should hear the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural
rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might
well be lifted above earth and say, " Lord, what music hast Thou
provided for the saints in heaven when Thou affordest bad men such
music on earth ? " Izaak Walton