I Would I were an excellent divine,
That had the Bible at my fingers’ ends;
That men might hear out of this mouth of mine
How God doth make his enemies his friends;
Rather than with a thundering and long prayer
Be led into presumption, or despair....
Nicholas Breton
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In the merry month of May,
In a morn by break of day,
With a troop of damsels playing
Forth I rode, forsooth, a-maying,When anon by a woodside,
Where as May was in his pride,
I espièd, all alone,
Phillida and Corydon.Much ado...