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Page 18 - Fair and fair and twice so fair, As fair as any may be ; Thy love is fair for thee alone, And for no other lady.
Page 305 - When as the rye reach to the chin, And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within, Strawberries swimming in the cream, And school-boys playing in the stream; Then O, then O, then O, my true love said, Till that time come again, She could not live a maid.
Page 331 - Gently dip, but not too deep, For fear thou make the golden beard to weep. Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head, And every hair a sheaf shall be, And every sheaf a golden tree.
Page 67 - Elyzium hight, and of the place Her name that governs there Eliza is ; A kingdom that may well compare with mine, An ancient seat of kings, a second Troy, Y-compassed round with a commodious sea...
Page 19 - My love can pipe, my love can sing, My love can many a pretty thing, And of his lovely praises ring My merry merry merry roundelays: "Amen" to Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse.
Page xxxii - Base minded men al three of you, if by my miserie ye be not warned : for unto none of you (like me) sought those burres to cleave : those Puppits (I meane) that speake from our mouths, those Anticks garnisht in our colours.
Page 8 - Not Iris in her pride and bravery Adorns her Arch with such variety ; Nor doth the Milk-white Way in frosty night Appear so fair and beautiful in sight, As done these fields, and groves, and sweetest bowers, Bestrew'd and deck'd with parti-colour*d flowers.
Page xxxviii - All ye that lovely lovers be, Pray you for me. Lo, here we come a-sowing, a-sowing, And sow sweet fruits of love; In your sweet hearts well may it prove!