~The Ladye of the Lab.~ He fareth in a joyous wise Where runs the road 'neath gentle skies How should his canine heart surmise That where the red-roofed towers rise

whose may it be?' Uprose the ladye at once from her dreaming, Dreams born of sighs from the violets round, The jasmine bough caught in her bright tresses, seeming In pity to keep the fair prisoner it bound.

The application to the =Lady Chapel= of the present name, the "Drapers' Chapel," is probably subsequent to 1518, when John Haddon, a draper, provided by will for the support of a priest, "to singe in the Chapell of our Ladye in the Church of Saint Mychell."