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WHEN AS I DOE RECCORD 68 WHEN SCORTCHING PHEBUS 70 IN A MAY MORNINGE 74 THE TURK IN LINEN 76 COME WANTON WENCHES 80 AS IT BEFFELL ON A DAY 82 BLAME NOT A WOMAN 84 . OFF ALLE THE SEAES 85 PAGE LOUERS HEARKE ALARUM 87 A FREINDE OF MINE 89 ...
WHEN AS I DOE RECCORD 68 WHEN SCORTCHING PHEBUS 70 IN A MAY MORNINGE 74 THE TURK IN LINEN 76 COME WANTON WENCHES 80 AS IT BEFFELL ON A DAY 82 BLAME NOT A WOMAN 84 . OFF ALLE THE SEAES 85 PAGE LOUERS HEARKE ALARUM 87 A FREINDE OF MINE 89 ...
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172 Quoth the boy , “ did5 you euer see a woman let her pelletts flee More thicke & more at ease ? The boy triumphs . 176 “ ffye ! ” said the boy vnto his dame , temper your 6 teltale.bumm , for shame ! ” which made her full of sorrow .
172 Quoth the boy , “ did5 you euer see a woman let her pelletts flee More thicke & more at ease ? The boy triumphs . 176 “ ffye ! ” said the boy vnto his dame , temper your 6 teltale.bumm , for shame ! ” which made her full of sorrow .
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492 Jack will do so on condition of an amnesty 4 Iacke sayd , " as you will , it shalbe , provided I may hence goe free , & no man doe me wrong , 4 496 Neither this woman nor this fryer , 5 nor any other creature heere .
492 Jack will do so on condition of an amnesty 4 Iacke sayd , " as you will , it shalbe , provided I may hence goe free , & no man doe me wrong , 4 496 Neither this woman nor this fryer , 5 nor any other creature heere .
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As I was ryding by the way , a woman profered me a bagge , & 40tye , cattell more , to stay & giue her belly but a swagge . First I met a woman who wanted me . A pox on the whore , they were but scrapps that I supposed was single monye ...
As I was ryding by the way , a woman profered me a bagge , & 40tye , cattell more , to stay & giue her belly but a swagge . First I met a woman who wanted me . A pox on the whore , they were but scrapps that I supposed was single monye ...
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... milk - woman in Walton's · Angler ' says , What song was it , I pray you ? Was it , “ Come shepherds , deck your heads , ' or ' As at noon Dulcina rested ? ' & c . ” Mr. Chappell gives a list of eight ballads and songs directed to ...
... milk - woman in Walton's · Angler ' says , What song was it , I pray you ? Was it , “ Come shepherds , deck your heads , ' or ' As at noon Dulcina rested ? ' & c . ” Mr. Chappell gives a list of eight ballads and songs directed to ...
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