The stories of the two following ballads are wholly imaginary. I may say of each as John Bunyan did of his Pilgrim's Progress,
It came from mine own heart, so to my head,
And thence into my fingers trickled;
Then to my pen, from whence immediately,
On paper I did dribble it daintily.
And thence into my fingers trickled;
Then to my pen, from whence immediately,
On paper I did dribble it daintily.
