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Page 31
But now I finde it too - too true ( my sonne ) , When my age - withered spring is
almost done . Behold my gray head , full of silver haires , My wrinckled skin ,
deepe furrowes in my face , Cares bring old age , old age increaseth cares ; My
time is ...
But now I finde it too - too true ( my sonne ) , When my age - withered spring is
almost done . Behold my gray head , full of silver haires , My wrinckled skin ,
deepe furrowes in my face , Cares bring old age , old age increaseth cares ; My
time is ...
Page 41
... And with him a worthy company ; To the death was he then dight , And his
sonne prisoner taken was he ; Then the Lord Alroes began for to flee , And so did
many other moe ; When King Richard that sight did see , In his heart hee was
never ...
... And with him a worthy company ; To the death was he then dight , And his
sonne prisoner taken was he ; Then the Lord Alroes began for to flee , And so did
many other moe ; When King Richard that sight did see , In his heart hee was
never ...
Page 50
Commend me to my sonne George , The Lorde Strange , where he doth lye , And
byd hym bringe seaven sad yeomen , All in grene clothes lett them bee , And lett
him selfe be in the same sute , Chaunging his inne in everie towne , And lett his ...
Commend me to my sonne George , The Lorde Strange , where he doth lye , And
byd hym bringe seaven sad yeomen , All in grene clothes lett them bee , And lett
him selfe be in the same sute , Chaunging his inne in everie towne , And lett his ...
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