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188 GENTLE HERDSMAN, TELL TO ME.
- Gentle heardsman, tell to me,
Of curtesy I thee pray, Unto the tovrae of Walsingham Which is the right and ready way.
" Unto the towne of Walsingham 6
The way is hard for to be gon ; And verry crooked are those pathes
For you to find out all alone."
Weere the miles doubled thrise,
And the way never soe ill, 10
Itt were not enough for mine offence,
Itt is soe grievous and soe ill.
" Thy yeeares are young, thy face is faire, Thy witts are weake, thy thoughts are greene ;
Time hath not given thee leave, as yett, is For to committ so great a sinne."
Yes, heardsman, yes, soe woldest thou say,
If thou knewest soe much as I ; My witts, and thoughts, and all the rest,
Have well deserved for to dye. a>