The Roxburghe ballads . oint their own moral, sadly enough, although theloose ballad directs itself to those who were incapable of valuingthe true delights of lawful wedlock : the perfect union of congenialalbeit dissimilar minds : the mutual dependence, the undeviatingfaith of a virtuous and loving woman in her husband, while hedelights to labour for her, and to protect her from disquietude. Yet in thelong years liker must they grow ;The man be more of woman, she of man ;He gain in sweetness and in moral height,Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;She mental breadth, nor fail in
The Roxburghe ballads . oint their own moral, sadly enough, although theloose ballad directs itself to those who were incapable of valuingthe true delights of lawful wedlock : the perfect union of congenialalbeit dissimilar minds : the mutual dependence, the undeviatingfaith of a virtuous and loving woman in her husband, while hedelights to labour for her, and to protect her from disquietude. Yet in thelong years liker must they grow ;The man be more of woman, she of man ;He gain in sweetness and in moral height,Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;She mental breadth, nor fail in child ward care,Nor lose the cbildlike in the larger mind ;Till at the last she set berself to man,Like perfect music unto perfect words : . . .Self-reverent each and reverencing each,Distinct in individualities,But like each other evn as those who comes tbe statelier Eden back to men:Then reign the worlds great bridals, chaste and calm :Tben springs tbe crowning race of human-kind. — (Tennysons Princess.). [These cuts belong to p. 23, and A Weeks Loving, etc., see p. 137.] 134 [Roxburghe Collection, II. 385 ; Pepys, IV. 2i ; Jersey, I. 2.] %\>t Dyfortislnre SDamosel; QXy %§t ILonOott a&rcjjantg *e of, The Jobh for a Journey-man- Shoomaker. fl^Here was as Fine a London Blade as ever trod on Leather,_L Most sumptuously he was arrayd, his Wigg, his Hat, and Feather:His Rapier hanging by his side, well mounted on a Gelding,To Oxford City be would Ride, to view the antient Building. But he was no sooner come there, in all his Pomp and Glory,When meeting with a Damsel fair, a sweet and pleasant StoryTo her he freely did unfold, her Love to gain the sooner,He shewd her handfuls of bis Gold, to bring her into humour. 16 He then began to Complement, and sweetly to embrace her,The Damsel would not give consent, that he should ere disgrace h
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