Thomas Percy ( 6 of 6 )
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,
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.
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.
Everye white will have its blacke,
And everye sweete its soure.
Everye white will have its blacke,
And everye sweete its soure.
He was a wight of high renowne,
And thosne but of a low degree;
Itt's pride that read more
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.
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.
