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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. 129*
Now ponder well, you parents deare,
These wordes which I shall write ; A doleful story you shall heare,
In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account e
In Norfolke dwelt of late, "Who did in honour far surmount
Most men of his estate.
Sore sicke he was, and like to dye, No helpe his life could save ; w
His wife by him as sicke did lye, And both possest one grave.
No love between these two was lost, Each was to other kinde ;
In love they liv'd, in love they dyed, is
And left two babes behinde:
The one a fine and pretty boy,
Not passing three yeares olde; The other a girl more young than he,
And fram'd in beautyes molde. a>
The father left his little son,
As plainlye doth appeare, When he to perfect age should come,
Three hundred poundes a yeare.
And to his little daughter Jane as
Five hundred poundes in gold, vol. in. 9