Bishop Percy's Folio Manuscript: Loose and Humorous Songs, Volume 4N. Trübner, 1867 - 127 pages |
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... ffinis . A note of Percy's here , of five lines , rubbed or scratched out.-F. hope for more . If you yield , struggle and say you didn't mean it , and next time , make more fuss over it : but don't be too rude . Thus you'll always be ...
... ffinis . A note of Percy's here , of five lines , rubbed or scratched out.-F. hope for more . If you yield , struggle and say you didn't mean it , and next time , make more fuss over it : but don't be too rude . Thus you'll always be ...
Page 83
... shee . seeing itt wold no better bee , Then the young one lies down 52 66 shee Layd her downe to gether CODLINGS . and gets hers too . ffinis . Don't blame Women for using their own , but praise AS IT BEFFELL ON A DAY . 83.
... shee . seeing itt wold no better bee , Then the young one lies down 52 66 shee Layd her downe to gether CODLINGS . and gets hers too . ffinis . Don't blame Women for using their own , but praise AS IT BEFFELL ON A DAY . 83.
Page 84
... maners he hath knowne . wee all ffrom women came : why shold wee women blame , & ffor a litle vsing of their owne ? MS . has a tag like s to the d.-F. ffinis . Off : alle the seaes . [ Page 455 of 84 BLAME NOT A WOMAN.
... maners he hath knowne . wee all ffrom women came : why shold wee women blame , & ffor a litle vsing of their owne ? MS . has a tag like s to the d.-F. ffinis . Off : alle the seaes . [ Page 455 of 84 BLAME NOT A WOMAN.
Page 86
... blacke one lett itt bee ; ffor blacke ones are they best , their Sckins will yeeld most money . I wold to god that hee were hanged that does not loue a Coney ! ffinis . 12 Louers hea [ r ] ke alarum . [ 86 OFF ALLE THE SEAES .
... blacke one lett itt bee ; ffor blacke ones are they best , their Sckins will yeeld most money . I wold to god that hee were hanged that does not loue a Coney ! ffinis . 12 Louers hea [ r ] ke alarum . [ 86 OFF ALLE THE SEAES .
Page 88
... [ R ] KE ALARUM . Quickly woone , Quickly lost , the delight of life is lost , procured with paines . These respects makes them bold to fight , to Cry , to dye , to liue againe . ffinis . 4 12 16 20 24 A freinde of mine .
... [ R ] KE ALARUM . Quickly woone , Quickly lost , the delight of life is lost , procured with paines . These respects makes them bold to fight , to Cry , to dye , to liue againe . ffinis . 4 12 16 20 24 A freinde of mine .
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BALLADS and ROMANCES belly BOKES Cambridge cannott Cock Lorell codlings Colchester Castle cold copy Cupid dad ont dance delight devill doth Dulcina edited euery F. J. Furnivall father ffinis ffins ffor ffrom ffull FITZEDWARD HALL FLORIS AND BLANCHEFLOUR Folio frere.-P friar fryar fryer furmitree gaue ging &c giue Grandam boy hart hath haue heere hey &c heyda heye HUMOROUS SONGS Iacke Jack Jonson's kisse leaue lett Lillumwham &c litle liue LOOSE and HUMOROUS loue louers maid Masques mayd meate melio shance merry neuer night Officiall Panche Percy Folio Percy's Phillips.-F PIERS PLOWMAN pipe pleasure Poems printed quoth shee sate sayd shee cryes shee wold shold stanza sweet take heede &c tell thee thou Tom Longe tune vnder vnto vpon W. W. Skeat wench Wheatley wiffe woman yett
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