When as the extasie had end, Did tenderly imbrace; And for their wedding, and their wish Not England (for of Hengist then Then Curan had an hardier knight; His force could none withstand: Whose sheep-hooke laid apart, he then Had higher things in hand. First, making knowne his lawfull claime He warr'd in Diria,* and he wonne And so from trecherous Edel tooke XXV.-CORIN'S FATE. ONLY the three first stanzas of this song are ancient; these are extracted from a small quarto MS. in the Editor's possession, written in the time of Queen Elizabeth. As they seem to want application, this has been attempted by a modern hand. XXVI.-JANE SHORE, " TIE wife of one Shore, a goldsmith in Lombard Street, and the beautiful mistress of Edward the Fourth, of whom Sir Thomas More says: 'Proper she was and faire, nothing in her body that you would have changed, but if you would have wished her somewhat higher. Yet delighted not men so much in her bewty as in her pleasant behaviour. For a proper wit had she, and could both rede wel and write; mery in company, ready and wick of answer, neither mute nor ful of bable; sometimes taunting without displeasure, and not without disport." The king said of all his favourites "the meriest was the Shore's wife, in whom the king therefore toke special pleasure." 'For many," goes on More, he had, but her he loved whose favour, to sai the trouth (for sinne it were to belie the devil), she never abused to any man's hurt, but to many a man's comfort and relief. Where the king toke displeasure, she would mitigate and appease his mind: where men were out of favour she would bring them in his grace: for many that had highly offended shee obtained pardon." In fact, though sinful and erring herself, she was of kind and generous spirit, and extended her charity to all who stood in need of it. All this More wrote thirty years after the death of Edward the Fourth, and long after Jane Shore had done open penance in St. Paul's Churchyard by command of Richard the Third, whose anger against her was not so much aroused by her sins as by the kindness and partiality she and Lord Hastings-to whom she became attached after the death of her royal lover-entertained for the young princes. Hastings was beheaded and Jane did penance, but by her beauty won more compassion than Richard won commendation, though none dared to bestow any charity upon her. Drayton describes her as meane (short) of stature, "her haire of a dark yellow, her face round and full, her eye gray, delicate harmony being betwixt each parts proportion and each proportion's colour, her body fat, white, and smooth, her countenance cheerfull and like to her condition." But the days of her youth and pleasure passed away, and in the reign of Henry the Eighth, More says she was "lene, withered, and dried up, and nothing left but ryvilde skin and bone "-that "at this daye shee beggeth of many at this daye living." There is an original picture of Jane Shore at the Provost's Lodgings at Eton, and another is in the Provost's Lodge at King's College, Cambridge, to both of which foundations she is supposed to have done friendly offices with Edward the Fourth. To every stanza is annexed the following burthen: "Then maids and wives in time amend, IF Rosamonde that was so faire, In maiden yeares my beautye bright But yet the love that they requir'd, To Matthew Shore I was a wife, In Lombard-street I once did dwelle, I spred my plumes, as wantons doe, Agreeing to my wanton minde. At last my name in court did ring Yet Mistress Blague, a neighbour neare, By her persuasions I was led In heart and mind I did rejoyce, From city then to court I went, When I was thus advanc'd on highe, No friende I had but in short time His bed, though wronged by a king, He could not live to see his name Long time I lived in the courte, But yet a gentle minde I bore I still had ruth on widowes tears, At last my royall king did dye, I then was punisht for my sin, Then for my lewd and wanton life, Where many thousands did me viewe, Not thus content, they took from mee Then unto Mrs. Blague I went, But she denyed to me the same, So love did vanish with my state, But yet one friend among the rest, Whom I before had seen distrest, And sav'd his life, condemn'd to die, Did give me food to succour me : For which, by lawe, it was decreed Then those to whom I had done good, My gowns beset with pearl and gold, Were turn'd to simple garments old; My chains and gems and golden rings, To filthy rags and loathsome things. Thus was I scorn'd of maid and wife, For leading such a wicked life; Both sucking babes and children small, Did make their pastime at my fall. I could not get one bit of bread, Thus, weary of my life, at lengthe The which now since my dying daye, You wanton wives, that fall to lust, If God to me such shame did bring, You husbands, match not but for love, Lest some disliking after prove; Women, be warn'd when you are wives, What plagues are due to sinful lives: Then, maids and wives, in time amend, For love and beauty will have end. But it had this name long before, being so called from its being a common sewer (vulgarly shore) or drain. See Stow. |