A Cradle Song, The Arbor of Amorous Devices, 1593-4 (Nicholas Breton Poems)
COME little babe, come silly soul,Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,Born as I doubt to all our dole,And to thyself ...
COME little babe, come silly soul,Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,Born as I doubt to all our dole,And to thyself ...
Come, little babe; come, silly soul,Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,Born, as I doubt, to all our doleAnd to thyself ...
Love and my mistress were at strife Who had the greatest power on me:Betwixt them both, oh, what a life! Nay, what ...
On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet!By that flower there is a bower Where the heavenly Muses ...
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