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Page v - It is true, that authors of the latter period fell far below those gigantic poets, who flourished in the end of the sixteenth and beginning of the seventeenth centuries...
Page 117 - Had been better far than dying Of a griev'd and broken heart. Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail ; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain. Hence with all my train attending From their oozy tombs below, Thro...
Page 90 - For though the Muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Page 55 - O nay, O nay," then said our king, " O nay, this may not be, To yield to such a rover, Myself will not agree ; He hath deceived the Frenchman, Likewise the king of Spain, And how can he be true to me That hath been false to twain...
Page v - Since Robin Hood, maid Marian, And little John are gone a, The hobby-horse was quite forgot, When Kempe did dance alone a. He did labour after the tabor For to dance: then into France He took pains To skip it. In hopes of gains He will trip it On the toe,
Page 117 - Through the hoary foam ascending, Here I feed my constant woe : Here the Bastimentos viewing, We recall our shameful doom, And, our plaintive cries renewing, Wander through the midnight gloom. O'er these waves, for ever mourning, Shall we roam, depriv'd of rest, If, to Britain's shores returning, You neglect my just request : After this proud foe subduing, When your patriot friends you see, Think on vengeance for my ruin, And for England — sham'd in me.
Page 48 - Essex, who hath challenged all comers whatsoever, to plaie 5 dogges at the single beare, for 5 pounds ; and also to wearie a bull dead at the stake ; and for their better content, shall have pleasant sport with the horse and ape, and whipping of the blind bear.
Page 48 - The ape, the monkey, and baboon did meet, And breaking of their fast in Friday Street ; Two of them sware together solemnly In their three natures was a sympathy. ' Nay,' quoth Baboon, I do deny that strain, I have more knavery in me than you twain.
Page 45 - Also in aue maria aly, and at westmenster, And some in shordyche drewe theder With grete lamentacyon. And by cause they haue lost that fayre place, They wyll bylde at colman hedge in space...
Page 39 - The moone shines faire and bright, ' And the owle hollows, Mortals now take their rests Upon their pillows : The bats abroad likewise, And the night raven, Which doth use for to call Men to Death's haven. Now the mice peepe abroad, And the cats take them, Now doe young wenches sleepe, Till their dreames wake them.