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The game was blind - man's buit , 20 The youth was rough , he tooke vp her stuffe , & to blindmans buffe they did goe ; hee kept such a coyle , he gaue her the foyle , soe great the broyle it did growe . but shee was soe yonge ...
The game was blind - man's buit , 20 The youth was rough , he tooke vp her stuffe , & to blindmans buffe they did goe ; hee kept such a coyle , he gaue her the foyle , soe great the broyle it did growe . but shee was soe yonge ...
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Off noe man hee tooke anye care , 6 but song “ hey ho ! away the Mare ?! ” much mirth 8 he did pursue ; fforth hee went ' with might & maine yntill he came onto 10 the plaine , where he his 11 dinner drew . 52 The food given him 56 is ...
Off noe man hee tooke anye care , 6 but song “ hey ho ! away the Mare ?! ” much mirth 8 he did pursue ; fforth hee went ' with might & maine yntill he came onto 10 the plaine , where he his 11 dinner drew . 52 The food given him 56 is ...
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His ffather tooke a Capono winge , & at the boy 10 he did it fling , 156 bidding him eate his fill . His father throws him a capon's wing . This greeued 11 his stepdames hart full sore , who lothed 12 the Ladd still more & more ...
His ffather tooke a Capono winge , & at the boy 10 he did it fling , 156 bidding him eate his fill . His father throws him a capon's wing . This greeued 11 his stepdames hart full sore , who lothed 12 the Ladd still more & more ...
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236 & The friar gone among the bushes to pick it up , Jack pipes and nakes him dance . ffast to the bush the fryar went , vp the bird in hand ? hee hent , 8 much wondering at the chance . Meane while ? Iacke tooke his pipe & playd soe ...
236 & The friar gone among the bushes to pick it up , Jack pipes and nakes him dance . ffast to the bush the fryar went , vp the bird in hand ? hee hent , 8 much wondering at the chance . Meane while ? Iacke tooke his pipe & playd soe ...
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Strong ropes they tooke , both sharpe & round , 332 & to the post the fryer bounde ? in the middest2 of the hall . All they which att3 the table sate , laughed & made good sport theratt , 336 sayinge , “ fryer , thou canst not fall !
Strong ropes they tooke , both sharpe & round , 332 & to the post the fryer bounde ? in the middest2 of the hall . All they which att3 the table sate , laughed & made good sport theratt , 336 sayinge , “ fryer , thou canst not fall !
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