Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 22 |
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And now he is hence from me departed , He hath no delyght with me to dwell ; He
is not merye untyll he be maryed , He hath of knaverye tooke such a smell . But
yet seynge that he is my sonne , He doth me constrayne bytterly to weepe , I am ...
And now he is hence from me departed , He hath no delyght with me to dwell ; He
is not merye untyll he be maryed , He hath of knaverye tooke such a smell . But
yet seynge that he is my sonne , He doth me constrayne bytterly to weepe , I am ...
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W. Who wyll not with Herocles playnely confesse , That mankynde to societie is
wholly adjoynyng , And in this societie neverthelesse , Of worthy wedlocke tooke
the begynnynge ? Without the which no cytie can stande , Nor houshold be ...
W. Who wyll not with Herocles playnely confesse , That mankynde to societie is
wholly adjoynyng , And in this societie neverthelesse , Of worthy wedlocke tooke
the begynnynge ? Without the which no cytie can stande , Nor houshold be ...
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The gentleman her husband thought himselfe so happy in his choice , that he
beleeved , in choosing her , he tooke hold of that blessing which heaven
proffereth every man once in his life . Long did not this opinion hold for currant ;
for in his ...
The gentleman her husband thought himselfe so happy in his choice , that he
beleeved , in choosing her , he tooke hold of that blessing which heaven
proffereth every man once in his life . Long did not this opinion hold for currant ;
for in his ...
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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