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| what chance | come on | the dice.

       But ye | whom love | hath bound || by or|der of | desire

       To love | your lords, | whose good | deserts | none oth|er would | require,

       Come ye | yet once | again || and set |your foot | by mine,

       Whose wo|ful plight | and sor|rows great | no tongue | can even | define.

      (Very little to be said for it, except as a school of regular rhythm. Broken up into "short measure" (6, 6, 8, 6) it has been not ineffective in hymns.)

      (e) Gascoigne (lyric stanza):

      Sing lull|aby, | as wom|en do,

       Wherewith | they bring | their babes | to rest,

       And lull|aby | can I | sing too,

       As wom|anly | as can | the best.

       With lull|aby | they still | the child;

       And if | I be | not much | beguiled,

       Full ma|ny wan|ton babes | have I

       Which must | be stilled | with lull|aby.

      

      (f) Turberville (lyric stanza):

      As I | in this | have done | your will,

       And mind | to do,

       So I | request | you to | fulfil

       My fan|cy too,

       A green | and lov|ing heart | to have,

       And this | is all | that I | do crave.

      (Observe in both of these the absolute syllabic regularity, and observance of foot-rhythm.)

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      (a) Shep. Kal. (strict stanza):

      Thou bar|ren ground, | whom win|ter's wrath | has wasted,

       Art made | a mir|ror to | behold | my plight:

       Whilome | thy fresh | spring flower'd, | and af|ter hasted

       Thy sum|mer proud, | with daf|fodil|lies dight;

       And now | is come | thy win|ter's storm|y state,

       Thy man|tle marr'd | wherein | thou mask|edst late.

      (Regular iambs throughout. One double rhyme.)

      (b) Shep. Kal. (equivalenced octosyllable—Christabel or Genesis and Exodus metre):

      His harm|ful hat|chĕt hĕ hēnt | in hand,

       (Alas! | that it | so read|y̆ shŏuld stānd!)

       And to | the field | alone | he speedeth,

       (Aye lit|tle help | to harm | there needeth!)

       Anger | nould let | him speak |tŏ thĕ trēe,

       Enaun|tĕr hĭs rāge | mought cool|ed bee;

       But to | thĕ rŏot bēnt | his sturd|y stroke,

       And made | măny̆ wōunds | in the | waste oak.

       The ax|e's edge | did oft turne | again,

       As half | unwill|ĭng tŏ cūt | the grain.

       Seemed | the sense|less ir|on did fear,

       Or to | wrong ho|ly eld | dĭd fŏrbēar— For it | had been | an an|cient tree, Sacred | with ma|ny̆ ă mȳs|tery, And of|ten crossèd | with the pries|tès cruise And of|ten hal|lowed with ho|ly wa|ter dews.

      (Observe that this last is the only distinct, if not the only possible, decasyllabic couplet, while it can become an Alexandrine by valuing "hal|lowèd" |; and that "priestès" is the only attempt at valued Chaucerian e.)

      (c) Shep. Kal. (equivalenced stanza):

      Bring hi|thĕr thĕ pīnk and pur|ple col|umbine,

       With gil|lyflowers;

       Bring cor|ona|tions | and sops | in wine,

       Worn of | părămōurs:

       Strow me | the ground | with daf|fadown | dillies,[38] And cow|slips and | kingcups | and lov|ed lil|liès: The pret|ty paunce, And the chev|isaunce, Shall match | with the fair | flow'r delice.

      It may be just desirable to remind the student that a final "-ion" is commonly dissyllabic in the sixteenth and earlier seventeenth centuries. "Worn of par|amours" is possible.

      (d) "Spenserian" stanza (occasional, but mostly slight, equivalence. Pause in ll. 1–8 at discretion; in 9 usually at middle, but, as in the following, not always):

      So pass|eth, in | the pass|ing of | a day

       Of mor|tal life, | the leaf, | the bud, | the flower;

       No more | doth flour|ish af|ter first | decay

       That erst | was sought | to deck | both bed | and bower

       Of ma|ny̆ ă lā|dy̆ ănd mā|ny̆ ă pār|amour!

       Gather, | therefore, | the rose | while yet | is prime, For soon | comes age | that will | her pride | deflower: Gather | the rose | of love | whilst yet | is time, Whilst lov|ing thou | mayst lov|èd be | with e|qual crime.

      (e) Mother Hubberd's Tale (antithetic and stopped heroic couplet):

      Full litt|le know|est thou | that hast | not tried,

       What hell | it is, | in su|ing long | to bide:

       To lose | good days | that might | be bet|ter spent;

       To waste | long nights | in pen|sive dis|content;

       To speed | to-day, | to be | put back | to-morrow;

       To feed | on hope, | to pine | with fear | and sorrow;

       To have | thy Prin|ce's grace, | yet want | her Peer's;

       To have | thy ask|ing, yet | wait ma|ny years;

       To fret | thy soul | with cross|es and | with cares;

       To eat | thy heart | through com|fortless | despairs;

       To fawn, | to crouch, | to wait, | to ride, | to run,

       To spend, | to give, | to want, | to be | undone.

      (f) Epithalamion (elaborate quasi-Pindaric stanza concerted in different line length, but almost strictly iambic; "the," etc., before a vowel being probably elided):

      Open | the tem|ple gates | unto | my Love,

       Open | them wide | that she | may en|ter in,

       And all | the posts | adorn | as doth | behove,

       And all | the pil|lars deck | with gar|lands trim,

       For to | receive | this Saint | with hon|our due,

       That com|eth in | to you.

       With trem|bling steps, | and hum|ble rev|erence,

       She com|eth in, | before | th' Almight|y's view:

       Of her, | ye vir|gins, learn | obe|dience,

       When so | ye come, | into | those ho|ly places,

       To hum|ble your | proud faces:

       Bring her | up to | th' High Al|tar, that | she may

       The sa|cred ce|remo|nies there | partake

       The which | do end|less ma|trimo|ny make;

       And let | the roar|ing or|gans loud|ly play

       The prai|ses of | the Lord | in live|ly notes,

       The whiles | with hol|low throats

       The cho|risters | the joy|ous an|them sing,

       That all | the woods | may an|swer, and | their