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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heir of Linne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Part the First</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lithe and listen, gentlemen,<br>To sing a song I will beginne:<br>It is of a lord of faire Scotland,<br>Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father was a right good lord,<br>His mother a lady of high degree;<br>But they, alas! were dead, him froe,<br>And he lov'd keeping companie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To spend the daye with merry cheare,<br>To drinke and revell every night,<br>To card and dice from eve to morne,<br>It was, I ween, his hearts delighte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To ride, to runne, to rant, to roare,<br>To alwaye spend and never spare,<br>I wott, an' it were the king himselfe,<br>Of gold and fee he mote be bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soe fares the unthrifty Lord of Linne<br>Till all his gold is gone and spent;<br>And he maun selle his landes so broad,<br>His house, and landes, and all his rent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father had a keen stewarde,<br>And John o' the Scales was called hee:<br>But John is become a gentel-man,<br>And John has gott both gold and fee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Welcome, welcome, Lord of Linne,<br>Let nought disturb thy merry cheere;<br>Iff thou wilt sell thy landes soe broad,<br>Good store of gold Ile give thee heere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My gold is gone, my money is spent;<br>My lande nowe take it unto thee:<br>Give me the golde, good John o' the Scales,<br>And thine for aye my lande shall bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then John he did him to record draw,<br>And John he cast him a gods-pennie;<br>But for every pounde that John agreed,<br>The lande, I wis, was well worth three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told him the gold upon the borde,<br>He was right glad his land to winne;<br>'The gold is thine, the land is mine,<br>And now Ile be the Lord of Linne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus he hath sold his land soe broad,<br>Both hill and holt, and moore and fenne,<br>All but a poore and lonesome lodge,<br>That stood far off in a lonely glenne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For soe he to his father hight.<br>'My sonne, when I am gonne,' sayd hee,<br>'Then thou wilt spend thy lande soe broad,<br>And thou wilt spend thy gold so free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But sweare me nowe upon the roode,<br>That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend!<br>For when all the world doth frown on thee,<br>Thou there shalt find a faithful friend.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heire of Linne is full of golde:<br>'And come with me, my friends,' sayd hee,<br>'Let's drinke, and rant, and merry make, <br>And he that spares, ne'er mote he thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They ranted, drank, and merry made,<br>Till all his gold it waxed thinne;<br>And then his friendes they slunk away;<br>They left the unthrifty heire of Linne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had never a penny left in his purse,<br>Never a penny left but three,<br>And one was brass, another was lead,<br>And another it was white money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe well-aday,' sayd the heire of Linne,<br>'Nowe well-aday, and woe is mee,<br>For when I was the Lord of Linne,<br>I never wanted gold nor fee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But many a trustye friend have I, <br>And why shold I feel dole or care?<br>Ile borrow of them all by turnes,<br>Soe need I not be never bare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But one, I wis, was not at home;<br>Another had payd his gold away;<br>Another call'd him thriftless loone,<br>And bade him sharpely wend his way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now well-aday,' said the heire of Linne,<br>'Now well-aday, and woe is me;<br>For when I had my landes so broad,<br>On me they liv'd right merrilee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To bed my bread from door to door,<br>I wis, it were a brenning shame;<br>To rob and steal it were a sinne;<br>To worke, my limbs I cannot frame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now Ile away to lonesome lodge,<br>For there my father bade me wend:<br>When all the world should frown on mee<br>I there shold find a trusty friend.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Part the Second</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Away then hyed the heire of Linne,<br>Oer hill and holt, and moor and fenne,<br>Untill he came to lonesome lodge,<br>That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked up, he looked downe,<br>In hope some comfort for to winne:<br>But bare and lothly were the walles:<br>'Here's sorry cheare,' quo' the heire of Linne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little windowe, dim and darke,<br>Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe;<br>No shimmering sunn here ever shone,<br>No halesome breeze here ever blew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No chair, ne table he mote spye,<br>No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed,<br>Nought save a rope with renning noose,<br>That dangling hung up o'er his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And over it in broad letters,<br>These words were written so plain to see:<br>'Ah! gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all,<br>And brought thyselfe to penurie?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All this my boding mind misgave,<br>I therefore left this trusty friend:<br>Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace,<br>And all thy shame and sorrows end.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorely shent wi' this rebuke,<br>Sorely shent was the heire of Linne;<br>His heart, I wis, was near to brast<br>With gilt and sorrowe, shame and sinne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never a word spake the heire of Linne,<br>Never a word he spake but three:<br>'This is a trusty friend indeed,<br>And is right welcome unto mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then round his necke the corde he drewe,<br>And sprang aloft with his bodie,<br>When lo! the ceiling burst in twaine,<br>And to the ground came tumbling hee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Astonyed lay the heire of Linne,<br>Ne knewe if he were live or dead:<br>At length he looked, and sawe a bille,<br>And in it a key of gold so redd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took the bill, and lookt it on,<br>Strait good comfort found he there:<br>Itt told him of a hole in the wall,<br>In which there stood three chests in-fere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two were full of the beaten golde,<br>The third was full of white money;<br>And over them in broad letters<br>These words were written so plaine to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Once more, my sonne, I sette thee clere;<br>Amend thy life and follies past;<br>For but thou amend thee of thy life,<br>That rope must be thy end at last.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And let it bee,' sayd the heire of Linne,<br>'And let it bee, but if I amend:<br>For here I will make mine avow,<br>This reade shall guide me to the end.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away then went with a merry cheare,<br>Away then went the heire of Linne;<br>I wis, he neither ceas'd ne blanne,<br>Till John o' the Scales house he did winne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he came to John o' the Scales,<br>Upp at the speere then looked hee;<br>There sate three lords upon a rowe,<br>Were drinking of the wine so free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And John himself sate at the bordhead,<br>Because now Lord of Linne was hee;<br>'I pray thee,' he said, 'good John o' the Scales,<br>One forty pence for to lend mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Away, away, thou thriftless loone;<br>Away, away, this may not bee:<br>For Christs curse on my head,' he sayd,<br>'If ever I trust thee one pennie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bespake the heire of Linne,<br>To John o' the Scales wife then spake he:<br>'Madame, some almes on me bestowe,<br>I pray for sweet Saint Charitie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Away, away, thou thriftless loone,<br>I swear thou gettest no almes of mee;<br>For if we shold hang any losel heere,<br>The first we wold begin with thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bespake a good fellowe,<br>Which sat at John o' the Scales his bord;<br>Sayd, 'Turn againe, thou heire of Linne;<br>Some time thou wast a well good lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Some time a good fellow thou hast been,<br>And sparedst not thy gold and fee;<br>Therefore Ile lend thee forty pence,<br>And other forty if need bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And ever I pray thee, John o' the Scales,<br>To let him sit in thy companie:<br>For well I wot thou hadst his land,<br>And a good bargain it was to thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then spake him John o' the Scales,<br>All wood he answer'd him againe:<br>'Now Christs curse on my head,' he sayd,<br>'But I did lose by that bargaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And here I proffer thee, heire of Linne,<br>Before these lords so faire and free,<br>Thou shalt have it backe again better cheape<br>By a hundred markes than I had it of thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I drawe you to record, lords,' he said,<br>With that he cast him a gods-pennie:<br>'Now by my fay,' sayd the heire of Linne,<br>'And here, good John, is thy money.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he pull'd forth three bagges of gold,<br>And layd them down upon the bord:<br>All woe begone was John o' the Scales,<br>Soe shent he cold say never a word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told him forth the good red gold.<br>He told it forth with mickle dinne.<br>'The gold is thine, the land is mine,<br>And now Ime againe the Lord of Linne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Have thou here, thou good fellowe,<br>Forty pence thou didst lend mee:<br>Now I am againe the Lord of Linne,<br>And forty pounds I will give thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ile make thee keeper of my forrest,<br>Both of the wild deere and the tame; <br>For but I reward thy bounteous heart,<br>I wis, good fellowe, I were to blame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now well-aday!' sayth Joan o' the Scales;<br>'Now well-aday, and woe is my life!<br>Yesterday I was Lady of Linne,<br>Now Ime but John o' the Scales his wife.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now fare thee well,' sayd the heire of Linne,<br>'Farewell now, John o' the Scales,' said hee:<br>'Christs curse light on me, if ever again<br>I bring my lands in jeopardy.'</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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Lithe and listen, gentlemen,
To sing a song I will beginne:
It is of a lord of faire Scotland,
Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne.

His father was a right good lord,
His mother a lady of high degree;
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