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... soul have mercy upon : Thus you see to day a man , to morrow John . Yet , saving for a woman's extreme cruelty , He might have lived yet a month , or two , or three ; But , in spite of Custance , which hath him wearied , His mashyp ...
... soul have mercy upon : Thus you see to day a man , to morrow John . Yet , saving for a woman's extreme cruelty , He might have lived yet a month , or two , or three ; But , in spite of Custance , which hath him wearied , His mashyp ...
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... soul in , Which rangeth forth beyond controlling Whilst thou hast nought to do but trolling Be merry , friends ! ] Be merry in God , saint Paul saith plain , And yet , saith he , be merry again ; Since whose advice is not in vain , The ...
... soul in , Which rangeth forth beyond controlling Whilst thou hast nought to do but trolling Be merry , friends ! ] Be merry in God , saint Paul saith plain , And yet , saith he , be merry again ; Since whose advice is not in vain , The ...
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... souls that have scoured bowls , Or have them lustily trowled , God save the lives of them and their wives , Whether they be young or old . Back and side go bare , & c . JOHN REDFORD . 15- [ JOHN REDFORD was a contemporary of John ...
... souls that have scoured bowls , Or have them lustily trowled , God save the lives of them and their wives , Whether they be young or old . Back and side go bare , & c . JOHN REDFORD . 15- [ JOHN REDFORD was a contemporary of John ...
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... souls that think her any wrong . ' Goddess , allow this aged man his right , To be your beadsman now that was your knight . * A description of a Triumph at Tilt , held before Queen Elizabeth in the Tilt Yard at Westminster in 1590. This ...
... souls that think her any wrong . ' Goddess , allow this aged man his right , To be your beadsman now that was your knight . * A description of a Triumph at Tilt , held before Queen Elizabeth in the Tilt Yard at Westminster in 1590. This ...
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... soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams 68 SONGS ...
... soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams 68 SONGS ...
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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.