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SONGS AND BALLADS
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I meane the ship so lately built, Without, within soe richly gilt;
0 never man saw rapier hilt
Soe shine.
1 think there's none since Noah's Flood Was ever like to prove soe good;
You never saw thing made of wood
Soe fine.
3
Edgar sitts horse, in glorious wise As glorious artists could devise, And under seven kings prostrate lyes.
I'me told His horse with mettle soe abounds That he shall shortly scowre the Downes, And winne, He hold, a hundred pounds
Of gold.
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To tell you of her bredth, her length,
Her height, her depth, her bulk, her strength,
Her anchor's weight too, and the length
Oth' cable, Her guns, her tackle and the rest Qua nuncproscribere longum est, It might be counted for a ieast
Or fable ;
5
For there be very few will guesse Her half a mile or little lesse, Her lanthorne to feast forty messe
Unbidd, Her mast for to be thrice as high As Grantham steeple. If I lye Ask them that saw her, pray, for I
Nere did. .
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To see how lasses flock each day,
And leave their maydenheads by th' way,
I doubt that some will shortly pay
Dearely; |
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