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... Hath had good chance and hap , Must love her and cherish her all his life , And dandle her in his lap . If she will fare well , if she will go gay , A good husband ever still , What ever she list to do or to say , Must let her have her ...
... Hath had good chance and hap , Must love her and cherish her all his life , And dandle her in his lap . If she will fare well , if she will go gay , A good husband ever still , What ever she list to do or to say , Must let her have her ...
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... hath him wearied , His mashyp shall be worshipfully buried . And while some piece of his soul is yet him within , Some part of his funeral let us here begin . Dirige . He will go darkling to his grave ; Neque lux , neque crux , nisi ...
... hath him wearied , His mashyp shall be worshipfully buried . And while some piece of his soul is yet him within , Some part of his funeral let us here begin . Dirige . He will go darkling to his grave ; Neque lux , neque crux , nisi ...
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... Hath been allowed of sage decrees ; Be merry , friends ! Be merry with sorrow , wise men have said , Which saying , being wisely weighed , It seems a lesson truly laid For those whom sorrows still invade , Be merry , friends ! Make ye ...
... Hath been allowed of sage decrees ; Be merry , friends ! Be merry with sorrow , wise men have said , Which saying , being wisely weighed , It seems a lesson truly laid For those whom sorrows still invade , Be merry , friends ! Make ye ...
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... hath a richer thing Than honest mirth , the which well - spring Watereth the roots of rejoicing , Feeding the flowers of flourishing ; Be merry , friends ! † * In the Roxburghe copy this verse is thus modernized : - If friends be lost ...
... hath a richer thing Than honest mirth , the which well - spring Watereth the roots of rejoicing , Feeding the flowers of flourishing ; Be merry , friends ! † * In the Roxburghe copy this verse is thus modernized : - If friends be lost ...
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... hath the power , Out of my breast your love to fetch ; Wherefore , & c . For whereas he moved me to the school , And only to follow my b book and learning : He could never make me such a fool , With all his soft words and fair speaking ...
... hath the power , Out of my breast your love to fetch ; Wherefore , & c . For whereas he moved me to the school , And only to follow my b book and learning : He could never make me such a fool , With all his soft words and fair speaking ...
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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.