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... head master of Eton . His severity in this capacity rendered him odious to the pupils , and has been specially recorded by Tusser , who says that Udall inflicted fifty - three stripes upon him ' for fault but small , or none at all ...
... head master of Eton . His severity in this capacity rendered him odious to the pupils , and has been specially recorded by Tusser , who says that Udall inflicted fifty - three stripes upon him ' for fault but small , or none at all ...
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... head master of Westminster school , which he held till 1556 , when the monastery was re - established in the November of that year . He died in the following month , and was buried at St. Margaret's . * It had long been supposed that ...
... head master of Westminster school , which he held till 1556 , when the monastery was re - established in the November of that year . He died in the following month , and was buried at St. Margaret's . * It had long been supposed that ...
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... head it doth fall ! Break head , and break neck , back , bones , brain , heart All parts pressed in pieces ! [ and all ! Too ill for her think I best things may be had , Too good for me thinketh she things being most bad , All I do ...
... head it doth fall ! Break head , and break neck , back , bones , brain , heart All parts pressed in pieces ! [ and all ! Too ill for her think I best things may be had , Too good for me thinketh she things being most bad , All I do ...
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... head shineth as the pure gold , Your eyes as glass , and right amiable ; Your smiling countenance , so lovely to behold , To us all is most pleasant and delectable ; Of your commendations who can be weary ? Hussa , my Mistress Mary , I ...
... head shineth as the pure gold , Your eyes as glass , and right amiable ; Your smiling countenance , so lovely to behold , To us all is most pleasant and delectable ; Of your commendations who can be weary ? Hussa , my Mistress Mary , I ...
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... head , Mock thee till madness strike thee dead , As Phaon thou dost me with thy proud eyes , In thee poor Sappho lives , for thee she dies . ENDYMION . 1591 . A NIGHT CATCH . The Pages and the Constables . Watch . STAND ! who goes there ...
... head , Mock thee till madness strike thee dead , As Phaon thou dost me with thy proud eyes , In thee poor Sappho lives , for thee she dies . ENDYMION . 1591 . A NIGHT CATCH . The Pages and the Constables . Watch . STAND ! who goes there ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad Bartholomew Fair beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool friends give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph pain Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poet pretty purse 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 105 - 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 212 - 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 89 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 94 - 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 89 - 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.
Page 81 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 102 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 81 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Page 98 - 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 87 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.