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... lusty brute I am the same ; I mun be married a Sunday . Christian Custance have I found ; Christian Custance have I found ; A widow worth a thousand pound : I mun be married a Sunday . Custance is as sweet as honey ; Custance is as ...
... lusty brute I am the same ; I mun be married a Sunday . Christian Custance have I found ; Christian Custance have I found ; A widow worth a thousand pound : I mun be married a Sunday . Custance is as sweet as honey ; Custance is as ...
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... lusty dery , Hoigh Mistress Mary , I pray you be Your pretty person we may compare to Lais , A morsel for princes and nobler kings ; In beauty you excel the fair lady Thais ; You exceed the beautiful Helen in all things . To behold your ...
... lusty dery , Hoigh Mistress Mary , I pray you be Your pretty person we may compare to Lais , A morsel for princes and nobler kings ; In beauty you excel the fair lady Thais ; You exceed the beautiful Helen in all things . To behold your ...
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... lusty voice sing we dery dery , Hussa , Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . WILLIAM WAGER . 15- [ THE date of the only piece that bears the name of this writer , probably a relation of the preceding , is omitted from the title - page ...
... lusty voice sing we dery dery , Hussa , Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . WILLIAM WAGER . 15- [ THE date of the only piece that bears the name of this writer , probably a relation of the preceding , is omitted from the title - page ...
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... lusty company behind . Thou luckless wreath ! becomes not me to wear The poplar tree , for triumph of my love : Then as my joy , my pride of love , is left , Be thou unclothed of thy lovely green ; And in thy leaves my fortunes written ...
... lusty company behind . Thou luckless wreath ! becomes not me to wear The poplar tree , for triumph of my love : Then as my joy , my pride of love , is left , Be thou unclothed of thy lovely green ; And in thy leaves my fortunes written ...
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... lusty gallants ' hearts : And ever since was called a god That Mars with Venus played even and odd . THE OLD WIVES ' TALE . 1595 . THE MAID'S RESOLVE . WHENAS * the rye reach to the chin , And chopcherry , chopcherry ripe within ...
... lusty gallants ' hearts : And ever since was called a god That Mars with Venus played even and odd . THE OLD WIVES ' TALE . 1595 . THE MAID'S RESOLVE . WHENAS * the rye reach to the chin , And chopcherry , chopcherry ripe within ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad Bartholomew Fair beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool friends give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph pain Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poet pretty purse queen Rosalind round Samela Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verses wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch youth
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Page 105 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 212 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 89 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 94 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 89 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 81 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 102 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 81 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Page 98 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 87 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.