Farewell, Rewards and Faeries

Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice, Mitres, copes, and rotchets: Come hear me pray nine times a day, And fill your heads with crotchets.

Let others write for glory or reward, Truth is well paid when she is sung and heard.

I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, Both bodily and ghostly health: ... I wish thee all thy mothers graces, Thy father’s fortunes, and his places. I wish thee friends, and one at Court, Not to build on, but support;

But, since of late, Elizabeth, And later James, came in, They never daunc’d on any heath As when the Time hath bin.By which wee note the Faries Were of the old Profession; Theyre Songs were Ave Maryes,

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.