Skelton: A Selection from the Poetical Works of John Skelton

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Ibister, Limited, 1902 - English poetry - 268 pages
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Page 23 - For he hath late translated the epystlys of Tulle / and the boke of dyodorus syculus, and diuerse other werkes oute of latyn in-to englysshe, not in rude and olde langage, but in polysshed and ornate termes craftely...
Page 48 - Wyth that came Ryotte, russhynge all at ones, A rusty gallande, to-ragged and to-rente ; And on the borde he whyrled a payre of bones, Quater treye dews he clatered as he wente?
Page 58 - And wold syt upon my lap, And seke after small wormes, And somtyme white bred crommes; And many tymes and ofte Betwene my brestes softe It wolde lye and rest; It was propre and prest.
Page 158 - Of this gentell lacke breche, Of what estate he be, Of spirituall dygnyte, Nor duke of hye degre, Nor marques, erle, nor lorde ; Whiche shrewdly doth accorde, Thus he borne so base All noble men shulde out face, 620 His countynaunce lyke a kayser. My lorde is nat1 at layser; Syr, ye must tary a stounde, Tyll better layser be founde...
Page 153 - To any good ende were brought ; But all he bringeth to nought, By God, that me dere bought ! He bereth the kyng on hand, That he must pyll his lande...
Page 41 - But this one thynge ye maye be sure of me; For, by that Lorde that bought dere all mankynde, I can not flater, I muste be playne to the...
Page 52 - More coude I saye, but what this is ynowe : Adewe tyll soone, we shall speke more of this : Ye muste be ruled as I shall tell you howe ; Amendis maye be of that is now amys ; And I am your, syr, so...
Page 150 - Vnder the kynges brode seale ; And in the Checker he them cheks ; In the Ster Chambre he noddis and beks, And bereth him there so stowte, That no man dare rowte, Duke, erle, baron, nor lorde, But to his sentence must accorde ; 340 Whether he be knyght or squyre, All men must folow his desyre.
Page 101 - Rudely rayne beaten, Rusty and moughte eaten, If ye take well therwith, It hath in it some pyth.
Page 193 - Wei sikerer was his crowing in his logge, Than is a clokke, or an abbey orlogge.

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