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Page 109
Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride : And as ye her array , still throw betweene Some graces to be seene , And as ye vse to Venus , to her sing , The whiles the woods shal answer and your eccho ring . Now is loue all ready forth to ...
Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride : And as ye her array , still throw betweene Some graces to be seene , And as ye vse to Venus , to her sing , The whiles the woods shal answer and your eccho ring . Now is loue all ready forth to ...
Page 111
That all the woods eccho ring . may answere and your Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With ioyance bring her and with iollity .
That all the woods eccho ring . may answere and your Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With ioyance bring her and with iollity .
Page 113
All night therefore attend your merry play , For it will soone be day : Now none doth hinder you , that say or sing , 370 Ne will the woods now answer , nor your Eccho ring . Who is the same , which at my window peepes ?
All night therefore attend your merry play , For it will soone be day : Now none doth hinder you , that say or sing , 370 Ne will the woods now answer , nor your Eccho ring . Who is the same , which at my window peepes ?
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Medieval Lyrics | 1 |
The Franklins Tale | 16 |
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien | 28 |
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