lainingly_.

[6] "And are shrunken (_clung_ with fear) _like_ the clay." _So_ here is
the same as _as_. For this interpretation I am indebted to Mr. Morris.

[7] "It is no wonder though it pleases me very ill."

[8] I think the poet, wisely anxious to keep his last line just what it
is, was perplexed for a rhyme, and fell on the odd device of saying, for
"both day and night," "both day and the other."

[9] "All as if it were not never, I wis."

[10] "So that many men say--True it is, all goeth but God's will."

[11] I conjecture "All that grain (me) groweth green."

[12] _Not_ is a contraction for _ne wat, know not_. "For I know not
whither I must go, nor how long here I dwell." I think _y_ is omitted by
mistake before _duelle_.

[13] This is very poor compared with the original.

[14] I owe almost all my information on the history of these plays to Mr.
Collier's well-known work on English Dramatic Poetry.

[15] _Able to suffer_, deserving, subject to, obnoxious to, liable to
death and vengeance.

[16] The word _harry_ is still used in Scotland, but only in regard to a
bird's nest.

[17] Do-well, Do-better, and Do-best.

[18] Complexion.

[19] Ruddiness--complexion.

[20] Twig.

[21] Life (?).--I think _she_ should be _he_.

[22] Field.

[23] "Carry you beyond this region."

[24] For the knowledge of this poem I am indebted to the Early English
Text Society, now printing so many valuable manuscripts.

[25] The _for_ here is only an intensive.

[26] _Pref_ is _proof_. _Put in pref_ seems to stand for something more
than _being tested_. Might it not mean _proved to be a pearl of price?_

[27] A word acknowledged to be obscure. Mr. Morris suggests _on the left
hand_, as unbelieved.

[28] "Except that which his sole wit may judge."

[29] "Be equal to thy possessions:" "fit thy desires to thy means."

[30] "Ambition has uncertainty." We use the word _ticklish_ still.

[31] "Is mingled everywhere."

[32] To relish, to like. "Desire no more than is fitting for thee."

[33] For.

[34] "Let thy spiritual and not thine animal nature guide thee."

[35] "And I dare not falsely judge the reverse."

[36] A poem so like this that it may have been written immediately after
reading it, is attributed to Robert Henryson, the Scotch poet. It has the
same refrain to every verse as Lydgate's.

[37] "Mourning for mishaps that I had caught made me almost mad."

[38] "Led me all one:" "brought me back t