Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Ancient poetical tracts of the sixteenth centuryPercy Society, 1842 - English literature |
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... grace , Wyll in his herte remayne ; It shall aslake , And he wyll take , His olde vsage agayne : So from his thought , I that hym bought , Shall be expoulsed playne . Thus wyll he do , Swete mother , loo , Holde ye all that ye canne ...
... grace , Wyll in his herte remayne ; It shall aslake , And he wyll take , His olde vsage agayne : So from his thought , I that hym bought , Shall be expoulsed playne . Thus wyll he do , Swete mother , loo , Holde ye all that ye canne ...
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... Grace or pytye , In hym can I none fynde . The crewell Jewes , Were to me shrewes , But he is more vnkynde ; Syth for his prowe , He knoweth well howe , I dyde of louynge mynde . Of me eche membre He dothe remembre , With othes all that ...
... Grace or pytye , In hym can I none fynde . The crewell Jewes , Were to me shrewes , But he is more vnkynde ; Syth for his prowe , He knoweth well howe , I dyde of louynge mynde . Of me eche membre He dothe remembre , With othes all that ...
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... you pytye . He wyll I truste Frome worldely lust , Turne his swete soule to me , And in shorte space So stande in grace , That I his soule shall se To blysse assende That hathe none ende , There to 44 THE NEW NOTBORUNE MAYD.
... you pytye . He wyll I truste Frome worldely lust , Turne his swete soule to me , And in shorte space So stande in grace , That I his soule shall se To blysse assende That hathe none ende , There to 44 THE NEW NOTBORUNE MAYD.
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... fulfyll He doeth all that he can ; But from his thought , I that hym bought , Am euer a banysshed man . MARIA . If man for you , Nor his owne prow , Wyll to no grace procede ; Mercy or grace , VPON THE PASSION OF CRYSTE . 45.
... fulfyll He doeth all that he can ; But from his thought , I that hym bought , Am euer a banysshed man . MARIA . If man for you , Nor his owne prow , Wyll to no grace procede ; Mercy or grace , VPON THE PASSION OF CRYSTE . 45.
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Percy Society. Wyll to no grace procede ; Mercy or grace , A fore your face , He none deserueth in dede . But I your mother , For man your brother , Make instaunce in his nede ; Though he deserue To brynne and sterue In the infernall ...
Percy Society. Wyll to no grace procede ; Mercy or grace , A fore your face , He none deserueth in dede . But I your mother , For man your brother , Make instaunce in his nede ; Though he deserue To brynne and sterue In the infernall ...
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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 27 - 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 29 - 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 33 - 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 35 - 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 5 - To fare so freely with so little cost, Than stake his twelvepence to a meaner host. Hadst thou not told me, I should surely say He...
Page 43 - I wish a cheerful spirit, and a thankful heart to value it, as one of the greatest blessings of our good God, in whose dear love I leave you, remaining, Your poor friend to serve you, H. WOTTON.
Page 6 - Though he perhaps ne'er pass'd the English shore, Yet fain would counted be a conqueror. His hair, French-like, stares on his frighted head, One lock amazon-like dishevelled, As if he meant to wear a native cord, If chance his fates should him that bane afford. All British bare upon the bristled skin, Close notched is his beard both lip and chin ; His linen collar labyrinthian set, Whose thousand double turnings never met : His sleeves...
Page 44 - ... thou great Power, in whom I move, For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of love, Whilst on this couch of tears I lie ; And cleanse my sordid soul within, By thy Christ's blood, the bath of sin. No...
Page 39 - Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my Friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Page 25 - 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.