Thomas Percy

King Stephen was a worthy peere,
His breeches cost him but a crowne;
He held them sixpence read more

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.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.

Everye white will have its blacke,
And everye sweete its soure.

Everye white will have its blacke,
And everye sweete its soure.

Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?
Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
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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.

He that had neither beene kithe nor kin,
Might have seene a full fayre sight.
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He that had neither beene kithe nor kin,
Might have seene a full fayre sight.
- Thomas Percy,