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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... herte , and not to fayne ; Yf he do the proffyte in dede and worde , Do that thou it deserue agayne . Seruauntes ought to be honourable , Of theyr bodyes specyally , To all men seruysable , And to ete and drynke ay sobrely . Seruauntes ...
... herte , and not to fayne ; Yf he do the proffyte in dede and worde , Do that thou it deserue agayne . Seruauntes ought to be honourable , Of theyr bodyes specyally , To all men seruysable , And to ete and drynke ay sobrely . Seruauntes ...
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... herte to ease And the flesshe to please , Sorowes to aslake . In it out joyenge That wanton playenge , For the olde husbandes sake ; Yet by your leue A frere dyd she gyue , Of her loue a flake ; And sayd in her ouen At any maner of ...
... herte to ease And the flesshe to please , Sorowes to aslake . In it out joyenge That wanton playenge , For the olde husbandes sake ; Yet by your leue A frere dyd she gyue , Of her loue a flake ; And sayd in her ouen At any maner of ...
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... herte , That I to you gyue maye . She answered hym With wordes grotchynge , Wysshynge her selfe in claye , And sayth that she lackes Many prety knackes , As bedes and gyrdels gaye ; And the best sporte That sholde me comforte , Whiche ...
... herte , That I to you gyue maye . She answered hym With wordes grotchynge , Wysshynge her selfe in claye , And sayth that she lackes Many prety knackes , As bedes and gyrdels gaye ; And the best sporte That sholde me comforte , Whiche ...
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... , Yet yf that shrewe To hym pursue That clepyd is Sathan , Hym to conuerte , Sone from his herte I am a banysshed man . I MARIA THE MAYDE . say not naye , Bothe nyght and daye , D Swete sonne as ye haue sayde , Man is vnkynde.
... , Yet yf that shrewe To hym pursue That clepyd is Sathan , Hym to conuerte , Sone from his herte I am a banysshed man . I MARIA THE MAYDE . say not naye , Bothe nyght and daye , D Swete sonne as ye haue sayde , Man is vnkynde.
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... herte I am a banysshed man . MARIA . Here in your wyll For to fulfyll , I wyll not sone refuse , To say the truthe More is it ruthe , I cannot man excuse ; To his owne shame He is to blame , His lyfe soo to measure . Yet though rygoure ...
... herte I am a banysshed man . MARIA . Here in your wyll For to fulfyll , I wyll not sone refuse , To say the truthe More is it ruthe , I cannot man excuse ; To his owne shame He is to blame , His lyfe soo to measure . Yet though rygoure ...
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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.