He was a wight of high renowne, And thosne but of a low degree; Itt's pride that putts the countrye downe, Man, take thine old cloake about thee.
| Topic: Apparel Author: Thomas Percy Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no, I dare not. | Topic: Parting Author: Thomas Percy Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrowe is in vaine, For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe. | Topic: Past Author: Thomas Percy He that had neither beene kithe nor kin, Might have seene a full fayre sight. - Thomas Percy, | Topic: Sight Author: Thomas Percy Everye white will have its blacke, And everye sweete its soure. | Topic: Sweetness Author: Thomas Percy King Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches cost him but a crowne; He held them sixpence all too deere, Therefore he call'd the taylor lowne. | Topic: Tailors Author: Thomas Percy 1 |
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