Much he disdaines that anie one should dare To come unto his haunt; for which intent He inly burns, and gins straight to prepare 275 The weapons which Nature to him hath lent; Fellie he hisseth, and doth fiercely stare, And hath his iawes with angrie spirits rent, That all his tract with bloudie drops is stained, And all his foldes are now in length outstrained.

And that same evening, when all shrowded were In careles sleep, they without care or feare Cruelly fell upon their flock in folde, 335 And of them slew at pleasure what they wolde.

Why, let her weepe, lament and morne for me, We are right bred of damn'd iniquitie, And will go make a two-folde Tragedie.

He shall imbrew his greedie griping hands In the dead bosome of the bloodie boy, And winde himselfe, his sonne, and harmlesse wife, In endlesse foldes of sure destruction.

Kisse me, sweete boy, and, kissing, folde thine Aunte Within the circle of thy little armes.

The Golden Vale in Herefordshire, (being ye pride of al that country,) being the richest yet (for want of employment) the plentifullest place of poore in the kingdomyielding two or three hundred folde; the number so increasing (idleness having gotten the upper hand;) if trades bee not raisedbeggery will carry such reputation in my quarter of the country, as if it had the whole to halves.

"And of alle than folke The wuneden ther on folde, Wes thisses landes folke Leodene hendest itald; And alswa the wimmen Wunliche on heowen.

Chaucer appears not to have inflected this word in the second person: "Also ryght as thou were ensample of moche folde errour, righte so thou must be ensample of manifold correction.

SEE Townsend, Anne B. FOLDES, JOLAN.

SEE Foldes, Jolan.

SEE Foldes, Jolan.

FOLDES, JOLAN.

By Lili Foldes.

Lili Foldes (A); 22Jan75; R597050.

SEE Townsend, Anne B. FOLDES, JOLAN.

SEE Foldes, Jolan.

SEE Foldes, Jolan.

FOLDES, JOLAN.

FOLDES, YOLANDA.

Yolanda Foldes (A); 18Jan73; R544517.

By Lili Foldes.

Lili Foldes (A); 22Jan75; R597050.

By Andor Foldes.

Andor Foldes (A); 11Feb76; R630767. R630774.

I may instance the opening of the 'roundelay' sung by Menaphon, the only character strictly belonging to pastoral tradition, with its picture of approaching night: When tender ewes brought home with evening Sunne Wend to their foldes, And to their holdes The shepheards trudge when light of day is done.