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... cold : * Warton , in his History of Poets , iii . 206 , quotes this song as the first Chanson à boire of any merit in our language . He says it But belly , God send thee good ale enough , JOHN STILL . 33 GAMMER GURTON'S NEEDLE.
... cold : * Warton , in his History of Poets , iii . 206 , quotes this song as the first Chanson à boire of any merit in our language . He says it But belly , God send thee good ale enough , JOHN STILL . 33 GAMMER GURTON'S NEEDLE.
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... cold , I stuff my skin so full within , Of jolly good ale and old . I love noo roste but a browne toste or a crabbe in the fyer a lytyll breade shall do me steade mooche breade I neuer desyer nor froste nor snowe nor wynde I trow canne ...
... cold , I stuff my skin so full within , Of jolly good ale and old . I love noo roste but a browne toste or a crabbe in the fyer a lytyll breade shall do me steade mooche breade I neuer desyer nor froste nor snowe nor wynde I trow canne ...
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... cold : But belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . I love no roast , but a nut - brown toast , And a crab laid in the fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire . No frost nor snow , no ...
... cold : But belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . I love no roast , but a nut - brown toast , And a crab laid in the fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire . No frost nor snow , no ...
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... cold , And your rotten teeth dance in Wine nothing shall cost ye ; Nor huge fires to roast ye ; Then soberly let us be led . your head . Const . Come , my brown bills , we'll roar , Bounce loud at tavern door . Omnes . And in the ...
... cold , And your rotten teeth dance in Wine nothing shall cost ye ; Nor huge fires to roast ye ; Then soberly let us be led . your head . Const . Come , my brown bills , we'll roar , Bounce loud at tavern door . Omnes . And in the ...
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... Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear birds tune this merry lay , aye ...
... Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear birds tune this merry lay , aye ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed 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 101 - 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 202 - 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 90 - 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 217 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 141 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 79 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 92 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Page 94 - 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 98 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 85 - 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.