This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1828 Excerpt: ...But this he says, that to the feast Comes Iris an unwelcome guest, In her moist robe of colours gay. And when she comes, she ever stays For the full space of forty days, And, more or less, rains every day. But this good saint, when once he knew This rain was like to fall on you, (If saints cou'd weep) he wept as much, As when you did the lady lead, That did on burning iron tread; To virgins his respect is such. He gently then bid Iris go Unto th' Antipodes below: But she for this more sullen grew. When he saw this with angry look, From her this rainy robe he took, Which here he doth present to you. It's fit with you it shou'd abide, As men's great wonder, venue's pride: Yet if it rains still as before, St. Switbin prays that you would guess, That Iris doth more robes possess, And that you wou'd blame him no more. The song was no sooner ended, when that Robin appear'd, who in the stead of friendly thanks and courteous salutation, now drew these words from her, "I may wonder, sir, that you can be so stupid and gross to sooth up your self, or to flatter me, to call me the pride of nature and wonder of mankind, when both our lustres are so suddenly ecclipsed. Within these few months, who so famous for magnanimity and valour as Robin Hood? And who more renowned for chastity and beauty, than his Mariana? who are now scarce thought on, much less spoken of at all. Are not all the mouths of the multitude only fill'd with the brave deeds, valiant acts and exploits perform'd by George A Green, the famous Pindar of Wakefield; and of the refulgent sun of the north, fair Beatrice, daughter of old Grymes of the north, and both preferr'd before an earl, and I the daughter of an earl; whereas the Pindar is but a Yeoman, and she the child of a mean gentleman; and yet th...