15 quotes
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.
The Court and Country (1618)
When little children first are brought to schoole
A Horne-booke is a necessarie toole.
I wish my deadly foe, no worse
Than want of friends, and empty purse.
Put not thy spirit unto too much paine,
In searching secrets farre above thy skill:
And know a halbert from a hedging bill.
The Mothers Blessing (1602)
Much ado there was, God wot;
He woold love, and she woold not,
She sayd, "Never man was trewe;"
He sayes, "None was false to you."
I never lov’d a book of horn,
Nor leaves that have their letters worn;
Nor with a fescue to direct me,
Where every puny shall correct me.
On a hill there growes a flower,
Faire befall the dainty sweete:
By that flower there is a Bower
Where the heavenly Muses meete.
The Knight is knowledge how to fight
Against his Prince’s enemies.
He never makes his walk outright,
But leaps and skips, in wily wise,
To take by sleight a trait’rous foe
Might slily seek their overthrow.
The Chess Play (1593)
The Queen is quaint and quick conceit,
Which makes her walk which way she list,
And roots them up that lie in wait
To work her treason, ere she wist;
Her force is such against her foes
That whom she meets she overthrows.
The Chess Play (1593)
The King himself is haughty care,
Which overlooketh all his men,
And when he seeth how they fare,
He steps among them now and then;
Whom, when his foe presumes to check,
His servants stand to give the neck.
The Chess Play (1593)
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 unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.
The Bishop he is witty brain
That chooseth Crossest paths to pace,
And evermore he pries with pain
To see who seeks him most disgrace.
Such stragglers when he finds astray,
He takes them up, and throws away.
The Chess Play (1593)
The Rooks are reason on both sides,
Which keep the corner-houses still,
And warily stand to watch their tides,
By secret art to work their will,
To take sometime a thief unseen
Might mischief mean to King or Queen.
The Chess Play (1593)
In the merry month of May,
In a morn by break of day,
Forth I walk’d by the wood-side
Whenas May was in his pride:
There I spièd all alone
Phillida and Coridon.