Thomas Percy Quotes (20 Quotes)

A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree Oh willow, willow, willow With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, Oh willow, willow, willow.

O Lady, he is dead and gone Lady, he 's dead and gone And at his head a green grass turfe, And at his heels a stone.

And how should I know your true love From many another one Oh, by his cockle hat and staff, And by his sandal shoone.

When Arthur first in court began, And was approved king.

Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde, And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse, There music with her silver sound With spede is wont to send redresse.

A Robyn, Jolly Robyn, Tell me how thy leman does.

The blinded boy that shootes so trim, From heaven downe did hie.

Have you not heard these many years ago Jeptha was judge of Israel He had one only daughter and no mo, The which he loved passing well And as by lott, God wot, It so came to pass, As God's will was.

Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.

He that had neyther been kith nor kin Might have seen a full fayre sight.

He that would not when he might, He shall not when he wolda.

I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm.

King Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches cost him but a croune He held them sixpence all too deere, Therefore he call'd the taylor loune. He was a wight of high renowne, And those but of a low degree Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, Then take thine old cloake about thee.

We 'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we 'll be good.

'What is thy name, faire maid' quoth he. 'Penelophon, O King' quoth she.

Every white will have its black, And every sweet its sour.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrowe is in vaine For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe.

But in vayne shee did conjure him To depart her presence soe Having a thousand tongues to allure him, And but one to bid him goe.

And when with envy Time, transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You 'll in your girls again be courted, And I 'll go wooing in my boys.

Shall I bid her goe What if I doe Shall I bid her goe and spare not Oh no, no, no I dare not.