Ancient Poetical Tracts of the Sixteenth CenturyEdward Francis Rimbault Percy society, 1842 - 82 pages |
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... prouysyowne . And ye seruauntes of euery place , Whan that the dyner is at an ende , Present yourselfe for to saye grace , Thankynge that Lorde that all dooth sende . Whan that your mayster is fro the table , And 8 THE DOCTRYNALL.
... prouysyowne . And ye seruauntes of euery place , Whan that the dyner is at an ende , Present yourselfe for to saye grace , Thankynge that Lorde that all dooth sende . Whan that your mayster is fro the table , And 8 THE DOCTRYNALL.
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... Saye nought , but se thou hym doute . By the hogges snowte vnderstonden is What mete soeuer to the is brought , Though it be somwhat a mys , Holde thy peas and grutche nought . As to regarde of the fete of an harte , They sholde euer ...
... Saye nought , but se thou hym doute . By the hogges snowte vnderstonden is What mete soeuer to the is brought , Though it be somwhat a mys , Holde thy peas and grutche nought . As to regarde of the fete of an harte , They sholde euer ...
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... ; Thus collynge in armes Some men caught harmes , Full lytell dyd they wynne ; And if her husbande said ought , Loke what she sonest cought , At his heed she wolde it flynge . She wolde saye , lozell thou I wyll teche the.
... ; Thus collynge in armes Some men caught harmes , Full lytell dyd they wynne ; And if her husbande said ought , Loke what she sonest cought , At his heed she wolde it flynge . She wolde saye , lozell thou I wyll teche the.
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Edward Francis Rimbault. She wolde saye , lozell thou I wyll teche the , I trowe , Of thy language to blynne ; It is pyte that a knaue A prety woman sholde haue , That knoweth not golde from tynne . I trowe thou jalouse be Bytwene my ...
Edward Francis Rimbault. She wolde saye , lozell thou I wyll teche the , I trowe , Of thy language to blynne ; It is pyte that a knaue A prety woman sholde haue , That knoweth not golde from tynne . I trowe thou jalouse be Bytwene my ...
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... saye ; For he that is maysterfast , Full ofte is agast , And dare not ronne and playe . If she be gladde , Than is he sadde , And fere of a sodayne fraye , For woman's pryde Is to laughe and chyde , Euery 20 THE BOKE OF MAYD EMLYN .
... saye ; For he that is maysterfast , Full ofte is agast , And dare not ronne and playe . If she be gladde , Than is he sadde , And fere of a sodayne fraye , For woman's pryde Is to laughe and chyde , Euery 20 THE BOKE OF MAYD EMLYN .
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Achilles Albertus Morton ALEXANDER DYCE ballads banysshed Bote brest Cocke Lorell Coridon dame dayes death dede doth dyde edition of 1659 Est's Sixt Set euery eyes F.S.A. THOMAS faire faire ladies fame fayre feast fynde gallant grace grete hast hath haue heart heaven herte honour husbande HUTTON King Henry knight ladies land live London loue lust lyfe maide makers Mayd mayster mourne muse myght mynde neuer nought payne Percy Society PETER CUNNINGHAM Phillida Polyxen praise pray prayse princely printed queene quoth reprinted royall ryght satyres sayd saye Saynt serue shame shee shew sholde Shoreditch shuld Sir Henry Wotton SONG sonne sorowe soule Stukely sweet swete Syth thee theyr thou TIMOTHY HUTTON tune unto verse vertue vnto vpon Whan wife WILLIAM CHAPPELL Witton Gilbert wofull wolde wyfe wyll Wynkyn de Worde wyse Ye seruauntes
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Page 53 - Character of a Happy Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Page 55 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 59 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Page 33 - So nothing in his maw? yet seemeth by his belt, That his gaunt gut no too much stuffing felt. Seest thou how side it hangs beneath his hip? Hunger and heavy iron makes girdles slip.
Page 61 - This is that sable stone, this is the cave And womb of earth, that doth his corpse embrace; While others sing his praise, let me engrave These bleeding numbers to adorn the place. Here will I paint the characters of woe; Here will I pay my tribute to the dead ; And here my faithful tears in showers shall flow To humanize the flints ou which I tread.
Page 56 - Accept those lines which from Thy goodness flow; And Thou, that wert Thy regal Prophet's muse, Do not Thy praise in weaker strains refuse ! Let these poor notes ascend unto Thy throne, Where majesty doth sit with mercy...
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Page 51 - Sweet Benjamin, since thou art young, And hast not yet the use of tongue, Make it thy slave, while thou art free, Imprison it, lest it do thee.
Page 54 - Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...