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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Baffled Knight, Or Lady's Policy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a knight was drunk with wine,<br>A riding along the way, sir;<br>And there he met with a lady fine,<br>Among the cocks of hay, sir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Shall you and I, O lady faire,<br>Among the grass lye down-a,<br>And I will have a special care<br>Of rumpling of your gown-a?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Upon the grass there is a dewe<br>Will spoil my damask gown, sir;<br>My gowne and kirtle they are newe,<br>And cost me many a crowne, sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have a cloak of scarlet red,<br>Upon the ground I'll throwe it;<br>Then, lady faire, come, lay thy head;<br>We'll play, and none shall knowe it.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O yonder stands my steed so free<br>Among the cocks of hay, sir;<br>And if the pinner should chance to see,<br>He'll take my steed away, sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Upon my finger I have a ring,<br>It's made of finest gold-a,<br>And, lady, it thy steed shall bring<br>Out of the pinner's fold-a.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O go with me to my father's hall;<br>Fair chambers there are three, sir;<br>And you shall have the best of all,<br>And I'll your chamberlaine bee, sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He mounted himself on his steed so tall,<br>And her on her dapple gray, sir; <br>And there they rode to her father's hall,<br>Fast pricking along the way, sir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her father's hall they arrived strait;<br>'Twas moated round about-a;<br>She slipt herself within the gate,<br>And lockt the knight without-a.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here is a silver penny to spend,<br>And take it for your pain, sir;<br>And two of my father's men I'll send<br>To wait on you back again, sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He from his scabbard drew his brand,<br>And wiped it upon his sleeve-a:<br>'And cursed,' he said, 'be every man<br>That will a maid believe-a!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She drew a bodkin from her haire,<br>And whip'd it pon her gown-a:<br>'And curs'd be every maiden faire<br>That will with men lye down-a!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A herb there is, that lowly grows,<br>And some do call it rue, sir;<br>The smallest dunghill cock that crows<br>Would make a capon of you, sir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A flower there is, that shineth bright,<br>Some call it mary-gold-a;<br>He that wold not when he might,<br>He shall not when he wold-a.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The knight was riding another day,<br>With cloak and hat and feather,<br>He met again with that lady gay,<br>Who was angling in the river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, lady faire, I've met with you,<br>You shall no more escape me;<br>Remember, how not long agoe<br>You falsely did intrap me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady blushed scarlet red,<br>And trembled at the stranger:<br>'How shall I guard my maidenhead<br>From this approaching danger?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He from his saddle down did light,<br>In all his riche attyer,<br>And cryed, 'As I am a noble knight,<br>I do thy charms admyer.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took the lady by the hand,<br>Who seemlingly consented;<br>And would no more disputing stand:<br>She had a plot invented.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Looke yonder, good Sir Knight, I pray,<br>Methinks I now discover,<br>A riding upon his dapple gray,<br>My former constant lover.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On tip-toe peering stood the knight,<br>Fast by the river's brink-a;<br>The lady pusht with all her might:<br>'Sir Knight, now swim or sink-a.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er head and ears he plunged in,<br>The bottom faire he sounded;<br>Then rising up, he cried amain,<br>'Help, helpe, or else I'm drownded!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, fare-you-well, Sir Knight, adieu!<br>You see what comes of fooling;<br>That is the fittest place for you;<br>Your courage wanted cooling.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere many days, in her father's park,<br>Just at the close of eve-a<br>Again she met with her angry sparke;<br>Which made this lady grieve-a.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'False lady, here thou'rt in my powre,<br>And no one now can hear thee;<br>And thou shalt sorely rue the hour<br>That e'er thou dar'dst to jeer me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I pray, Sir Knight, be not so warm<br>With a young silly maid-a;<br>I vow and swear I thought no harm:<br>'Twas a gentle jest I playd-a.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A gentle jest, in soothe,' he cryd,<br>'To tumble me in and leave me!<br>What if I had in the river dy'd? -<br>That fetch will not deceive me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Once more I'll pardon thee this day,<br>Tho' injur'd out of measure;<br>But then prepare without delay<br>To yield thee to my pleasure.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well then, if I must grant your suit,<br>Yet think of your boots and spurs, sir:<br>Let me pull off both spur and boot,<br>Or else you cannot stir, sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He set him down upon the grass<br>And begg'd her kind assistance;<br>'Now,' smiling thought this lovely lass,<br>'I'll make you keep your distance.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then pulling off his boots half-way:<br>'Sir Knight, now I'm your betters;<br>You shall not make of me your prey;<br>Sit there like a knave in fetters.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The knight when she had served soe,<br>He fretted, fum'd, and grumbled;<br>For he could neither stand nor goe,<br>But like a cripple tumbled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Farewell, Sir Knight, the clock strikes ten,<br>Yet do not move nor stir, sir;<br>I'll send you my father's serving men<br>To pull of your boots and spurs, sir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This merry jest you must excuse,<br>You are but a stingless nettle;<br>You'd never have stood for boots and shoes,<br>Had you been a man of mettle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All night in grievous rage he lay,<br>Rolling upon the plain-a;<br>Next morning a shepherd past that way,<br>Who set him right again-a.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then mounting upon his steed so tall,<br>By hill and dale he swore-a:<br>'I'll ride at once to her father's hall;<br>She shall escape no more-a.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'll take her father by the beard;<br>I'll challenge all her kindred;<br>Each dastard soul shall stand affeard;<br>My wrath shall no more be hindred.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rode unto her father's house,<br>Which every side was moated;<br>The lady heard his furious vows,<br>And all his vengeance noted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thought shee, 'Sir Knight, to quench your rage,<br>Once more I will endeavour;<br>This water shall your fury 'swage,<br>Or else it shall burn for ever.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then faining penitence and feare,<br>She did invite a parley:<br>'Sir Knight, if you'll forgive me heare,<br>Henceforth I'll love you dearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My father he is now from home,<br>And I am all alone, sir;<br>Therefore a-cross the water come;<br>And I am all your own, sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'False maid, thou canst no more deceive;<br>I scorn the treacherous bait-a;<br>If thou would'st have me thee believe,<br>Now open me the gate-a.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The bridge is drawn, the gate is barr'd;<br>My father he has the keys, sir;<br>But I have for my love prepar'd<br>A shorter way and easier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Over the moate I've laid a plank<br>Full seventeen feet in measure;<br>Then step a-cross to the other bank,<br>And there we'll take our pleasure.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These words she had no sooner spoke<br>But strait he came tripping over:<br>The plank was saw'd, it snapping broke,<br>And sous'd the unhappy lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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A riding along the way, sir;
And there he met with a lady fine,
Among the cocks of hay, sir.

'Shall you and I, O lady faire,
Among the grass lye down-a,
And I will have a special care
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