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Page 4 - ... studied and exercised, and in the Holy Scriptures and Theologie so ripe, that they are able aptely cunnyngly, and with much grace eyther to indicte or translate into the vulgare tongue, for the publique instruccion and edifying of the vnlearned multitude. . . . It is nowe no newes in Englande to see young damisels in nobles houses and in the Courtes of Princes, in stede of cardes and other instrumentes of idle trifleyng, to haue continually in her handes eyther Psalmes, Omelies, and other...
Page 51 - For (as I heare say) suche your conditions are That ye be worthie fauour of no liuing man.
Page 12 - All the day long is he facing and craking Of his great acts in fighting and fray-making : But when Roister Doister is put to his proof, To keep the Queen's peace is more for his behoof.
Page 42 - I thrive, And he biddeth you send him word by me, That ye humbly beseech him, ye may his wife be...
Page 14 - But it is no such matter. M. Mery. What is it then ? Are ye in danger of debt to any man ? If ye be, take no thought nor be not afraid. Let them hardly take thought how they shall be paid. R. Roister. Tut, I owe nought. M. Mery. What then ? fear ye imprisonment ? R. Roister. No. M. Mery. No, I wist ye offend not, so to be shent.
Page 84 - Mery. Yes, at first, and made strange, But when I said your anger to favour should change, And therewith had commended you accordingly, They were all in love with your maship by and by, And cried you mercy that they had done you wrong.
Page 62 - Sure. I must ere I drink, by your leave, go in all haste, To a place or two, with earnest letters of his. C. Custance. Then come drink here with me. Sym Sure.
Page 66 - Tib. Talk. And I with my new broom will sweep him one swap, And then with our great club I will reach him one rap.