This turtle dove
Did dearly love A youth, who did appeare,
In minde and face
To be the grace And pride of Lester-shire.
This young man, with a noble peere,
Who lik't his service well, Went from his native Lester-shire In Sussex for to dwell.
Where living nye
The toune of Rye, This pretty mayde did heare
Of his good parts,
Who, by deserts, Was pride of Lester-shire.
For coming once into that toune,
It was at first his chance To meet with her, whose brave renowne All Sussex did advance. And she likewise, In his faire eyes, When once she came him neere, Did plainly see That none but he Was pride of Lester-shire. . . .
It was his hap that time to goe,
To travell with his lord Which to his heart did breed much woe Yet could he not afford
To's misery. But needs he must leave here,
His Madge, behinde ;
Who griev'd in minde For the pride of^Lester-shire.