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." — Nicholas Breton Copy Share Image
Shall we go dance the hay, the hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd's roundelay. — Nicholas Breton Copy Share Image
Shall we go learn to kiss, to kiss? Never heart could ever miss Comfort, where true meaning is. — Nicholas Breton Copy Share Image
Thus much for thy assurance know; a hollow friend is but a hellish foe. — Nicholas Breton Copy Share Image
Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false… — Nicholas Breton Copy Share Image
I wish my deadly foe, no worse than want of friends, and empty purse. — Nicholas Breton Copy Share Image
