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24. oldal
The proudeste of thise riotoures three Answerde agayn , " What , carl , with sory grace ! Why artow al forwrapped save thy face ? Why lyvestow so longe in so greet age ? " This olde man gan looke in his visage , And seyde thus : " For I ...
The proudeste of thise riotoures three Answerde agayn , " What , carl , with sory grace ! Why artow al forwrapped save thy face ? Why lyvestow so longe in so greet age ? " This olde man gan looke in his visage , And seyde thus : " For I ...
85. oldal
... might take some pleasure of my pain , Pleasure might cause her read , reading might make her know , Knowledge might pity win , and pity grace obtain ,I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe ; Studying inventions fine ...
... might take some pleasure of my pain , Pleasure might cause her read , reading might make her know , Knowledge might pity win , and pity grace obtain ,I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe ; Studying inventions fine ...
116. oldal
... And simple truth his highest skill ; Whose passions not his masters are ; Whose soul is still prepared for death , Untied unto the world with care Of prince's grace or vulgar breath ; Who envies none whom chance doth raise , Or vice ...
... And simple truth his highest skill ; Whose passions not his masters are ; Whose soul is still prepared for death , Untied unto the world with care Of prince's grace or vulgar breath ; Who envies none whom chance doth raise , Or vice ...
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In al his lyf unto no maner wight | 38 |
Of fustian 42 he wered a gypon | 45 |
JOHN SKELTON | 51 |
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