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Ne dooth unto an old man noon harm now , Namoore than that ye wolde men did to yow In age , if that ye so longe abyde . 285 And God be with yow , wher ye go or ryde ; I moot go thider as I have to go . “ Nay , olde cherl , by God thou ...
Ne dooth unto an old man noon harm now , Namoore than that ye wolde men did to yow In age , if that ye so longe abyde . 285 And God be with yow , wher ye go or ryde ; I moot go thider as I have to go . “ Nay , olde cherl , by God thou ...
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20 Envoi Therefore , thou vache , 12 leave thyn old wrecchednesse ; Unto the worlde , leve 13 now to be thrall ; Crye him mercy , that of his hy goodnesse , Made thee of noght , and in especial 25 Draw unto him and pray in general For ...
20 Envoi Therefore , thou vache , 12 leave thyn old wrecchednesse ; Unto the worlde , leve 13 now to be thrall ; Crye him mercy , that of his hy goodnesse , Made thee of noght , and in especial 25 Draw unto him and pray in general For ...
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Come Unto These Yellow Sands 5 Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Curtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist : Foot it featly here and there , And sweet sprites bear The burthen . Hark , hark !
Come Unto These Yellow Sands 5 Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Curtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist : Foot it featly here and there , And sweet sprites bear The burthen . Hark , hark !
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In al his lyf unto no maner wight | 38 |
Of fustian 42 he wered a gypon | 45 |
JOHN SKELTON | 51 |
Urheberrecht | |
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