A Collection of Old Ballads ...

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Ambrose Philips
J. Roberts; and sold, 1723 - Ballads, English
 

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Page 197 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns, and smiles, and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, Numberless, nameless...
Page 128 - Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table What man of knife or teeth was able To stay to be entreated ? And this the very reason was, Before the parson could say grace, The company was seated.
Page 16 - That said, the duty of a child Was all that love affords: But doubting to repair to her, Whom he had...
Page 46 - What wilt thou give me, said Robin Hood, In ready gold or fee, To help thee to thy true love again, And deliver her unto thee? I have no money...
Page 14 - Thus flattering speeches won renown By these two sisters here : The third had causeless banishment, Yet was her love more dear : For poor Cordelia patiently Went wand'ring up and down, Unhelp'd...
Page 12 - So princely seeming beautiful, As fairer could not be. So on a time it pleas'd the king A question thus to move, Which of his daughters to his grace Could shew the dearest love : For to my age you bring content, Quoth he, then let me hear, Which of you three in plighted troth The kindest will appear.
Page 191 - Cupid's bands did tye them faster By the liking of an eye. In his courteous company was all her joy, To favour him in any thing she was not coy.
Page 47 - That shall not be/ the bishop he said, 'For thy word shall not stand; They shall be three times asked in the church, As the law is of our land/ Robin Hood pulled off the bishop's coat, And put it upon Little John; 'By the faith of my body...
Page 46 - I have no money, then quoth the young man, No ready gold nor fee, But I will swear upon a book Thy true servant for to be. " How many miles is it to thy true love? Come tell me without guile." By the faith of my body, then said the young man, It is but five little mile.
Page 13 - I'll show. And wilt thou shew no more, quoth he, Than doth thy duty bind ? I well perceive thy love is small, When as no more I find. Henceforth I banish thee my court, Thou art no child of mine ; Nor any part of this my realm By favour shall be thine. Thy elder sisters...

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