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Page 322 - With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks. With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks; Like an old courtier, &c.
Page 330 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 322 - That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And 'the queen's old courtier.
Page 225 - They fought with forty thousand then Upon the bloody shore. ' Stand to it, noble pikemen, And look you round about : And shoot you right, you bow-men, And we will keep them out : You musquet and cailiver men, Do you prove true to me, I'll be the bravest man in fight,
Page 319 - And then your grace need not make any doubt, But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be...
Page 379 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing; Ah!
Page 309 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Page 148 - The like was never scene. Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundered and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunninglye contriv'd With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread, Could enter in or out.
Page 85 - With horne, and eke with bowe ; To Drayton Basset he tooke his waye, With all his lordes a rowe. And he had ridden ore dale and downe By eight of clocke in the day, When he was ware of a bold tanner, Come ryding along the waye.
Page 321 - 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...