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We cannot give in to Mr. Procter's opinion that because ladies of the Court liked Jonson's jokes , coarse to us , therefore they could not appreciate his fancy and the higher qualities of his mind . Manners refine slowly , and speech as ...
We cannot give in to Mr. Procter's opinion that because ladies of the Court liked Jonson's jokes , coarse to us , therefore they could not appreciate his fancy and the higher qualities of his mind . Manners refine slowly , and speech as ...
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Mr. Hazlitt's introduction gives all the bibliography of the poem , except a notice of Mr. Halliwell's print of it in the Warton Club “ Early English Miscellanies , ” 1854 , p . 46–62 , from Mr. Ormsby Gore's Porkington MS . No. 10.
Mr. Hazlitt's introduction gives all the bibliography of the poem , except a notice of Mr. Halliwell's print of it in the Warton Club “ Early English Miscellanies , ” 1854 , p . 46–62 , from Mr. Ormsby Gore's Porkington MS . No. 10.
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P . 6 the boy.-P. ; he ate.-P. 9 And for the meate thou gave to me . -P . 10 I will unto.-P. 11 The best know.-P. ye give to me.-P. 18 Yea never bow nor break . - P . 12 88 ffor if thou shoot therin all day , waking 12 FRYAR AND BOYE .
P . 6 the boy.-P. ; he ate.-P. 9 And for the meate thou gave to me . -P . 10 I will unto.-P. 11 The best know.-P. ye give to me.-P. 18 Yea never bow nor break . - P . 12 88 ffor if thou shoot therin all day , waking 12 FRYAR AND BOYE .
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and gives it him . Now when the bowe in hand he felt , 92 & had the 3 arrowes vnder his belt , hartilye he laught I - wiss , 4 And sayd , " had I a pipe with - all , tho neuer litle or soe small , 5 I then had all my wishe .
and gives it him . Now when the bowe in hand he felt , 92 & had the 3 arrowes vnder his belt , hartilye he laught I - wiss , 4 And sayd , " had I a pipe with - all , tho neuer litle or soe small , 5 I then had all my wishe .
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1 2 Jack changes the subject ; offers to shoot a bird , and give it to the friar . “ Come , will you seemy arrow flye 224 & hitt yon small bird in 3 the eye , & other things withall ? Sir fryer , tho I 4 haue litle witt , yett yonder ...
1 2 Jack changes the subject ; offers to shoot a bird , and give it to the friar . “ Come , will you seemy arrow flye 224 & hitt yon small bird in 3 the eye , & other things withall ? Sir fryer , tho I 4 haue litle witt , yett yonder ...
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