206 The Authors life. 
Borne at 3 It came to pas, that borne I was 
Riuenhall q : 
in Essex. Of linage good, of gentle blood, 
In Essex laier, in village faier, 
that Riuenhall hight: 
Which village lide by Banketree side, 
There spend did I mine infancie, ; 
There then my name, in honest fame, 
remaind in sight. 
4 I yet but yong, no speech of tong, 
Nor teares withall, that often fall 
Set to'song From mothers eies, when childe out cries, 
to part hir fro: 
Could pitie make, good father take, 
. But out I must, to song be thrust, 
Say what I would, do what I could, 
his minde was so. 
Guests 5 O painfull time, for euerie crime, 
What toesed eares, like baited beares! 
What bobbed lips, what ierks, what nips! 
what hellish toies ! 
What robes, how bare! what colledge fare ! 
What bread, how stale! what pennie Ale! 
Wallingford Then Wallingford, how wart thou abhord 
Colledge. ie! ; 
of sillie boies! 
6 Thence for my voice, I must (no choice) 
Away of forse, like posting horse, 
Singing For sundrie men, had plagards then, 
mens com- O) 
missions. such childe to take : 
The better brest,' the lesser rest, 
To serue the Queere, now there now heere, 
For time so spent, I may repent, 
and sorrow make. 
1-Cf. Shakespere’s Twelfth Night, ii. 3. 
