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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 , 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 , 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 53 - 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 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 59 - 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 33 - So nothing in his maw? yet seemeth by his belt, That his gaunt gut no too much stuffing felt. Seest thou how side it hangs beneath his hip? Hunger and heavy iron makes girdles slip.
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 56 - Accept those lines which from Thy goodness flow; And Thou, that wert Thy regal Prophet's muse, Do not Thy praise in weaker strains refuse ! Let these poor notes ascend unto Thy throne, Where majesty doth sit with mercy...
Page 58 - On his Mistress the Queen of Bohemia You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Page 51 - 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.
Page 54 - Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...