Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 22 |
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Page viii
Save that he bosted to have experience Of worldly thinges , by practise and
science ; Himselfe he called Cornix by his name . The other shepheard was like
unto the same , Save that he had lived all his dayes In keping his flocke , and
sene no ...
Save that he bosted to have experience Of worldly thinges , by practise and
science ; Himselfe he called Cornix by his name . The other shepheard was like
unto the same , Save that he had lived all his dayes In keping his flocke , and
sene no ...
Page xxxii
CORNIX Coridon , thou art not to olde for to lere , I playnly shall nowe declare for
thy sake , How beastly gluttons a god of their wombes make : To God are men
wont temples to edifie , And costly auters to ordeyne semblably , To ordeyne ...
CORNIX Coridon , thou art not to olde for to lere , I playnly shall nowe declare for
thy sake , How beastly gluttons a god of their wombes make : To God are men
wont temples to edifie , And costly auters to ordeyne semblably , To ordeyne ...
Page xxxviii
Set down the bottle , save some licour in store CORNIX . God blesse the brewer ,
well cooled is my throte . Nowe might I for nede sing hier by a note , It is bad
water that can not allay dust , And very soure ale that can not quench thirst .
Set down the bottle , save some licour in store CORNIX . God blesse the brewer ,
well cooled is my throte . Nowe might I for nede sing hier by a note , It is bad
water that can not allay dust , And very soure ale that can not quench thirst .
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agayne Amyntas aske began better brought called cause comfort Coridon CORNIX court courtiers cyte daughter daye death desire doore doth Earl father Faustus feare finde fortune give gone grounde hande harde hath heare himselfe honour hope husband kinde king knowe labour Lady leave live London looke Lord lyfe lyke maner married Mary matter maye meane minde mynde nature never night nought payne person playne pleased pleasure poore pray present reason rest Rich shalt shee shewed sight Sometime sonne speake tell thee therfore theyr thing thinke Thomas thou thou art thou hast thought thynge told tooke trouble tyme unto Warwick whan wife wolde woman worlde wyfe wyll wyse yerth