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“O my hart and O my hart

My hart it is so sore!

Since I must nedys from my love depart

And know no cause wherfore.”

Or a song of constancy:—

“Grene grouth the holy, so doth the ivie

Thow winter’s blastys blow never so hye.

As the holy growith grene and never chaungyth hew

So I am—ever hath bene—unto my lady trew.

Grene grouth, etc.

As the holy grouth grene with ivie all alone

Whose flowerys cannot be seen and grene wode levys be gone,

Now unto my lady, promyse to her I make

From all other only to her I me betake.

Adew myne owne lady, adew my specyall

Who hath my hart trewly, be sure, and ever shall.

Grene grouth, etc.”

And the song which became so popular, “Pastyme with good Company.” This song was actually taken by Latimer as a text for a sermon before Edward the Sixth:—

“Pastyme with good companye

I love and shall untyll I dye;

Gruche who list—but none denye,

So God be plesyd thus leve wyll I;

For my Pastance

Hunt, syng, and dance,

My hart is sette;

All goodly sport for my comfort

Who shall be let?