Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

A N D BALLADS. 195
As one unhappy, alwaies wept,
And to the walls fhee made her mone j 40
That fhee mould ftill defire in vaine
The thing, fhe never mull obtaine.
And thus in griefe fhee fpent the night,
Till twinkling ftarres the fkye were fled,
And Phoebus, with his glittering light, 45
Through mifly cloudes appeared red ;
Then tidings came to her anon,
That all the Trojan fhipps were gone.
And then the queene againfl her life
Did arme her heart as hard as flone, 50
Yet, ere fhe bared the bloody knife,
In woefull wife fhee made her mone ;
And, rolling on her carefull bed,
With fighes and fob*, thefe words fhee fed :
O wretched Dido queene ! quoth fhee,
I fee thy end approacheth neare ;
For he is fled away from thee,
Whom thou didil love and hold fo deare
What is he gone, and paffed bye ?
O heart, prepare thyfelf to dye. 6©
In vaine thou pleadit I fhould forbeare,
And flay my hand from bloody ftroke
Thee, treacherous heart, I mufl not fpare,
Which fettered me in Cupids yoke.
O Come
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