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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... ; She lyked not his face , And sayd he mouthed was Moost lyke an hawke ; This good man ease , Was lothe to dysplease , But yet thought somwhat , Thynkynge in his mynde , That a man can fynde c 2 THE BOKE OF MAYD EMLYN . 19.
... ; She lyked not his face , And sayd he mouthed was Moost lyke an hawke ; This good man ease , Was lothe to dysplease , But yet thought somwhat , Thynkynge in his mynde , That a man can fynde c 2 THE BOKE OF MAYD EMLYN . 19.
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... 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 glede ; Spare hym for me , And ye shall se That he shall tourne anone ...
... 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 glede ; Spare hym for me , And ye shall se That he shall tourne anone ...
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... face From my iyes maketh the teres ronne apace . Thus do I thynke , O what dyspleasure ! What grefe , what offence haue I done ? Helas ! what thynge shuld her procure Thus me for to forsake so soone , For my true herte it is small ...
... face From my iyes maketh the teres ronne apace . Thus do I thynke , O what dyspleasure ! What grefe , what offence haue I done ? Helas ! what thynge shuld her procure Thus me for to forsake so soone , For my true herte it is small ...
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... faire that's inward foule , An angels face wed to Proserpine's soule : If diuels in dietie thus masked bin , The man thats so bewitcht doth no whit sin . Thus pleades the subiect of my weeping muse , For 78 LOUES LEPROSIE .
... faire that's inward foule , An angels face wed to Proserpine's soule : If diuels in dietie thus masked bin , The man thats so bewitcht doth no whit sin . Thus pleades the subiect of my weeping muse , For 78 LOUES LEPROSIE .
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... face berers . Sluttes , drabbes , and counseyll whystelers ; With smoggy colyers , and stÿkýge gōge fermers ; Of euery craft some there was , Shorte or longe , more or lasse . All these rehersed here before In Cockes bote eche man had ...
... face berers . Sluttes , drabbes , and counseyll whystelers ; With smoggy colyers , and stÿkýge gōge fermers ; Of euery craft some there was , Shorte or longe , more or lasse . All these rehersed here before In Cockes bote eche man had ...
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Achilles Albertus Morton ALEXANDER DYCE banysshed Bote brave brest Cocke Lorell comfort Coridon dame dayes dear death dede delight doth Duke dyde edition of 1659 Elizabeth England Est's Sixt Set euery eyes F.S.A. THOMAS fair faire ladies fame foes gallant golden grace grete grief hast hath haue heart heaven Henry Wotton herte honour husbande King Henry ladies land live Lord loue lust maide maidens of London Mayd mayster mourne muse mynde neuer night noble nought Old Ballads payne Percy Society PETER CUNNINGHAM Phillida praise princely PRINCELY SONG printed queen quoth renown reprinted Rose royal ryght satyres saye shame shee shew sholde Sir Henry Wotton SONG sonne sorrow soule Stukely sweet swete thee theyr thou true love tune unto verse Whan wife WILLIAM CHAPPELL Witton Gilbert wofull wolde wyfe wyll Wynkyn de Worde Ye seruauntes
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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 35 - To fare so freely with so little cost, Than stake his twelvepence to a meaner host.
Page 37 - Rufus the courtier at the theatre, Leaving the best and most conspicuous place, Doth either to the stage himselfe transferre, Or through a grate doth shew his double face : For that the clamorous fry of Innes of Court Fills up the private roomes of greater price ; And such a place, where all may have resort, He in his singularity doth despise.
Page 55 - Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid ! He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not ; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
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 70 - ... 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 19 - The begger blusheth scarlet red, And straight againe as pale as lead, But not a word at all she said, She was in such amaze. At last she spake with trembling voyce, And said, O King, I doe rejoyce That you wil take me for your choyce And my degree's so base.
Page 76 - For I must leave my fairest flower, My sweetest Rose, a space, And cross the seas to famous France, Proud rebelles to abase. But yet, my Rose, be sure thou shalt My coming shortlye see, And in my heart, when hence I am, He beare my Rose with mee.
Page 7 - Riots were his best delight, *) With stately feastings day and night ; In court and citty thus he won renowne. Thus wasting land and living By this lawlesse giving, At last he sold the pavements of his yard...
Page 79 - And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust To be my love's defence, Be careful of my gallant Rose When I am parted hence." And therewithal he fetched a sigh, As though his heart would break, And Rosamond, for very grief, Not one plain word could speak. And at their parting well they might, In heart be grieved sore, After that day fair Rosamond The king did see no more.