Come home again, come home again;
My own sweet heart, come home again!
You’ve gone astray
Out of your way,
Come home again, come home again!
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A MAID, I dare not tell her name;
Tempted a young man for to comeOne night for to embrace her.When at the door he made a stop, he made a stop,Then she lay still, and snoring cry’d,‘The latch will up, the latch will up.’This young man, hearing of her words,Pull’d up the latch and entered;But in the room unfortunatelyTo her mother’s bed he…
Lysteneth, lordinges, gente and fre,
Knightes that were sometyme in londeFerli fele wolde fondeAnd sechen aventures bi night and dai,Hou thai mighte here strengthe asai;So dede a knyght, Sire Degarree:Ich wille you telle wat man was he.In Litel Bretaygne was a kyngOf gret poer in all thing,Stif in armes under sscheld,And mochel idouted in the feld.Ther nas no man, verraiment,That…
The time when first I fell in love,
The year wherein I lost such timeTo compass my content.The day wherein I saw too lateThe follies of a lover;The hour wherein I found such lossAs care cannot recover.And last, the minute of mishap,Which makes me thus to plainThe doleful fruits of lover’s suits,Which labour lose in vain:Doth make me solemnly protest,As I with pain…
SINCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;
What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?No, no, no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle.If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me;Or if my hands had stray’d but a touch, then justly might you leaveme.I ask’d you leave, you bade me love;…
Jhesu, that ys kyng in trone,
And all that shalle dele and dyghte,Now lene us grace such dedus to done,In Thy blys that we may wone –Men calle hyt heven lyghte;And Thy modur Mary, hevyn qwene,Bere our arunde so bytwene, 1That semely ys of syght,To thy Sone that ys so fre,In heven wyth Hym that we may be,That lord ys most…
A moth, I thogh, munching a word.
Digesting a mans sayings –A sneakthief nibbling in the shadowsAt the shape of a poet`s thunderous phrases –How unutterably strange!And the pilfering parasite none the wiserFor the words he has swallowed.