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A TEUE TALE OF EOBIN HOOD. 355 |
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This Robbin (so much talked on)
Was once a man of fame, w
Instiled earle of Huntington,
Lord Robert Hood by name.
In courtship and magnificence
His carriage won him prayse, And greater favour with his prince a
Than any in his dayes.
In bounteous liberality
He too much did excell, And loved men of quality
More than exceeding well. 20
His great revennues all he sould
For wine and costly cheere; He kept three hundred bowmen bold,
He shooting loved so deare.
No archer living in his time a
With him might well compare : He practis'd all his youthfull prime
That exercise most rare.
At last, by his profuse expence,
He had consum'd his wealth; 30
And being outlawed by his prince,
In woods he liv'd by stealth.
The abbot of Saint Maries rich,
To whom he mony ought, His hatred to the earle was such as
That he his downefall wrought. |
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