FOURTEENTH AND FIFTEENTH CENTURIES 57 
in captivity, his solace was writing verse, and he has left this 
most charming picture of the garden beneath his prison 
window : 
“ Now was there made, fast by the Towris wall, 
A garden fair ;—and in the corners set 
An arbour green, with wandis long and small 
Railed about, and so with trees set 
Was all the place, and Hawthorne hedges knet, 
That lyf was none walking there forbye 
That might within scarce any wight espy. 
“ So thick the boughes and the leaves green 
Beshaded all the alleys that there were. 
And mids of every arbour might be seen 
The sharpe greene sweet Juniper 
Growing so fair with branches here and there, 
That as it seemed to a lyf without, 
The boughes spread the arbour all about. 
“ And on the smalle greene twistis sat 
The little sweet nightingale, and sung 
So loud and clear, the hymnis consecrat 
Of loris use, now soft, now lowd, among. 
That all the gardens and the wallis rung 
Right of their song.” 
