Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Ancient poetical tracts of the sixteenth centuryPercy Society, 1842 |
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... houre . A seruaunt ought euer for to fle All places that are of euyll name , As tauernes and houses of baudry , Whiche bryngeth many a man to shame . Who that wyll serue in loyalte Marchauntes , preestes , OF GOOD SERVAUNTES . 5.
... houre . A seruaunt ought euer for to fle All places that are of euyll name , As tauernes and houses of baudry , Whiche bryngeth many a man to shame . Who that wyll serue in loyalte Marchauntes , preestes , OF GOOD SERVAUNTES . 5.
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... shame He is to blame , His lyfe soo to measure . Yet though rygoure Without fauour , Wolde hym theyrfore accuse , Mercy I pleate That is more greate , Than rygoure ten to one ; Syth of good mynde Towarde mankynde , Ye dyed for hym alone ...
... shame He is to blame , His lyfe soo to measure . Yet though rygoure Without fauour , Wolde hym theyrfore accuse , Mercy I pleate That is more greate , Than rygoure ten to one ; Syth of good mynde Towarde mankynde , Ye dyed for hym alone ...
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... shame ; I do confesse By ryght wysenes , He is greatly to blame : But I commence Afore clemence , For man myne accyon ; Let rygour reste , Mercy can beste Determyn this alone . JESUS . Consydre nowe Swete mother , howe Man is a wylde ...
... shame ; I do confesse By ryght wysenes , He is greatly to blame : But I commence Afore clemence , For man myne accyon ; Let rygour reste , Mercy can beste Determyn this alone . JESUS . Consydre nowe Swete mother , howe Man is a wylde ...
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... , What I exhorte vyce is he , Not herde is , yet anone , I trust he shall Make well his thrall , And serue but you alone . JESUS . So rude and wylde , And so defyled Is he , past shame and drede , That to VPON THE PASSION OF CRYSTE . 47.
... , What I exhorte vyce is he , Not herde is , yet anone , I trust he shall Make well his thrall , And serue but you alone . JESUS . So rude and wylde , And so defyled Is he , past shame and drede , That to VPON THE PASSION OF CRYSTE . 47.
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Percy Society. Is he , past shame and drede , That to what lawe , He shulde hym drawe , He scarsely knoweth in dede . Yet better were For hym to lere Some vertu , and procede To grace , than saye Another daye , Alas , my wycked dede ...
Percy Society. Is he , past shame and drede , That to what lawe , He shulde hym drawe , He scarsely knoweth in dede . Yet better were For hym to lere Some vertu , and procede To grace , than saye Another daye , Alas , my wycked dede ...
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Side 27 - Character of a Happy Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Side 29 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 33 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Side 35 - While others sing his praise, let me engrave These bleeding numbers to adorn the place. Here will I paint the characters of woe; Here will I pay my tribute to the dead ; And here my faithful tears in showers shall flow To humanize the flints ou which I tread.
Side 5 - To fare so freely with so little cost, Than stake his twelvepence to a meaner host. Hadst thou not told me, I should surely say He...
Side 43 - I wish a cheerful spirit, and a thankful heart to value it, as one of the greatest blessings of our good God, in whose dear love I leave you, remaining, Your poor friend to serve you, H. WOTTON.
Side 6 - Though he perhaps ne'er pass'd the English shore, Yet fain would counted be a conqueror. His hair, French-like, stares on his frighted head, One lock amazon-like dishevelled, As if he meant to wear a native cord, If chance his fates should him that bane afford. All British bare upon the bristled skin, Close notched is his beard both lip and chin ; His linen collar labyrinthian set, Whose thousand double turnings never met : His sleeves...
Side 44 - ... thou great Power, in whom I move, For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of love, Whilst on this couch of tears I lie ; And cleanse my sordid soul within, By thy Christ's blood, the bath of sin. No...
Side 39 - Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my Friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Side 25 - Sweet Benjamin, since thou art young. And hast not yet the use of tongue, Make it thy slave, while thou art free, Imprison it, lest it do thee.