Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head; And every hair a sheave shall be, And every sheave a golden… — George Peele Copy Share Image
My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse! — George Peele Copy Share Image
God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees. — George Peele Copy Share Image
Honour, the spur that pricks the princely mind, To follow rule and climb the stately chair. — George Peele Copy Share Image
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. — George Peele Copy Share Image
His golden locks Time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever… — George Peele Copy Share Image
