He. BE it right or wrong, these m…    On women do complain; Affirming this, how that it is    A labour spent in vain To love them wele; for never a del…

It takes strength to be firm, it t… It takes strength to conquer, it t… It takes strength to be certain, i… It takes strength to fit in, it ta… It takes strength to feel a friend…

O WHAT a plague is love!    How shall I bear it? She will inconstant prove,    I greatly fear it. She so torments my mind

‘O WHA will shoe my bonny foot?    And wha will glove my hand? And wha will bind my middle jimp    Wi’ a lang, lang linen band? ‘O wha will kame my yellow hair,

O LUSTY May, with Flora queen! The balmy dropis from Phoebus she…    Preluciand beams before the day… By that Diana growis green    Through gladness of this lusty…

I SAW my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced s… In those fair eyes where all perfe…    Her face was full of woe; But such a woe (believe me) as win…

Jhesu, that ys kyng in trone, As Thou shoope bothe sonne and mo… And all that shalle dele and dyght… Now lene us grace such dedus to do… In Thy blys that we may wone -

Christmas is coming, The geese are getting fat, Please put a penny In the old man’s hat. If you haven’t got a penny,

I WISH I were where Helen lies,    Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies,    On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought th…

My Loue in her Attyre doth shew h… It doth so well become her: For eu’ry season she hath dressing… For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No Beautie shee doth misse,

I eat my peas with honey; I’ve done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, But it keeps them on the knife.

THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smile…

“If all the world were paper And all the sea were ink, If all the trees were bread and ch… What would we do for drink? If all the world were sand O,

God and the soldier All men adore In time of trouble, And no more; For when war is over

The sea hath many thousand sands, The sun hath motes as many; The sky is full of stars, and Lov… As full of woes as any: Believe me, that do know the elf,