The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Wrastling, The ninth pleasure.
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Wrastling, The ninth pleasure.
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as of leaping, so of wrastling too,
Which with the rest, may well be thought a toy:
Yet some doe so delight in kinde to doe,
As that they take in wrastling such a ioy,
As for to giue their foe a cleanly fall:
They venter will, both him and life and all.
Which with the rest, may well be thought a toy:
As that they take in wrastling such a ioy,
As for to giue their foe a cleanly fall:
They venter will, both him and life and all.
And some in wrastling wrest a legge a two,
And some an arme, some backe-bone now and than,
And some to breake a Wrastlers necke, will doe
In wrastling oft, the best or worst he can.
And is it not a prettie kinde of sport,
That breedes delight in such despightfull sorte?
And some an arme, some backe-bone now and than,
And some to breake a Wrastlers necke, will doe
In wrastling oft, the best or worst he can.
And is it not a prettie kinde of sport,
That breedes delight in such despightfull sorte?
What should I neede of wrastling more to write?
Who loues the sport, much good doe them withall,
For I my selfe would rather stand vpright,
Then put my life in venture for a fall.
And he who sets therein his greatest ioy,
In time shall finde it but a foolish toy.
Who loues the sport, much good doe them withall,
For I my selfe would rather stand vpright,
Then put my life in venture for a fall.
And he who sets therein his greatest ioy,
In time shall finde it but a foolish toy.
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