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A proper Song , entitled : Fain would I have a pretty Thing to give unto my Lady FAIN would I have a pretty thing To give unto my lady : I name no thing , nor mean no thing , But as pretty a thing as may be .
A proper Song , entitled : Fain would I have a pretty Thing to give unto my Lady FAIN would I have a pretty thing To give unto my lady : I name no thing , nor mean no thing , But as pretty a thing as may be .
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What thing is love ? WHAT thing is love ? for , well I wot , love is a thing . It is a prick , it is a sting , It is a pretty , pretty thing ; It is a fire , it is a coal , Whose flame creeps in at ev'ry hole ; And as my wit doth best ...
What thing is love ? WHAT thing is love ? for , well I wot , love is a thing . It is a prick , it is a sting , It is a pretty , pretty thing ; It is a fire , it is a coal , Whose flame creeps in at ev'ry hole ; And as my wit doth best ...
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What house more stately hath there been , Or can be , then is man to whose creation All things are in decay ? For man is ev'ry thing , IO And more : he is a tree , yet bears mo fruit ; A beast ...
What house more stately hath there been , Or can be , then is man to whose creation All things are in decay ? For man is ev'ry thing , IO And more : he is a tree , yet bears mo fruit ; A beast ...
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Medieval Lyrics | 1 |
The Franklins Tale | 16 |
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien | 28 |
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