Bell's Edition, Томи 3 – 4J. Bell, 1782 |
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... alfo . 5640 Wher can ye feen in any maner age That highe God defended mariage By expreffe word ? I pray you telleth me , Or wher commanded he virginitee ? I wot as wel as ye , it is no drede , 5645 The apoftle , whan he spake of ...
... alfo . 5640 Wher can ye feen in any maner age That highe God defended mariage By expreffe word ? I pray you telleth me , Or wher commanded he virginitee ? I wot as wel as ye , it is no drede , 5645 The apoftle , whan he spake of ...
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... alfo to what conclufion Were membres made of generation , And of fo parfit wife a wight ywrought ? 5699 Trusteth me wel they were nat made for nought . Glofe who fo wol , and fay bothe up and doun , That they were made for purgatioun Of ...
... alfo to what conclufion Were membres made of generation , And of fo parfit wife a wight ywrought ? 5699 Trusteth me wel they were nat made for nought . Glofe who fo wol , and fay bothe up and doun , That they were made for purgatioun Of ...
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... alfo of our prentis Jankin , For his crifpe here , fhining as gold fo fin , And for he fquiereth me both up and doun , Yet haft thou caught a falfe fufpection : 5885 I wol him nat though thou were ded to - morwe . But tell me this , Why ...
... alfo of our prentis Jankin , For his crifpe here , fhining as gold fo fin , And for he fquiereth me both up and doun , Yet haft thou caught a falfe fufpection : 5885 I wol him nat though thou were ded to - morwe . But tell me this , Why ...
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... alfo if that we make us gay With clothing and with precious array That it is peril of our chastitee : And yet with forwe thou enforceft thee , And fayft thise wordes in the apostles name ; In habit made with chastitee and shame Ye women ...
... alfo if that we make us gay With clothing and with precious array That it is peril of our chastitee : And yet with forwe thou enforceft thee , And fayft thise wordes in the apostles name ; In habit made with chastitee and shame Ye women ...
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... alfo to wilde fire ; The more it brenneth the more it hath defire To confume every thing that brent wol be . Thou fayeft right as wormes fhende a tre Right fo a wif deftroieth hire hufbond ; This know en they that ben to wives bond ...
... alfo to wilde fire ; The more it brenneth the more it hath defire To confume every thing that brent wol be . Thou fayeft right as wormes fhende a tre Right fo a wif deftroieth hire hufbond ; This know en they that ben to wives bond ...
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Сторінка 29 - But I to you be al so good and trewe As ever was wif sin that the world was newe, And but I be to-morwe as faire to seen As any lady, emperice, or quene, That is betwix the est and eke the west, Doth with my lif and deth right as you lest Cast up the curtein, loke how that it is.
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