The Debtor's Apologie or, a quaint paradox Proving That it is good to be in Debt, and (in this Age) may be usefull for all Men. By T. J. [i.e. Thomas Jordan] |
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Ocleve in Chaucer.
To you my Purse, and to none other wight
Complain I, for you to be my Lady deer:
I am sorry now that you be light,
For certes yee now make me heavy cheer,
Me were as lefe laid upon a beer.
For which unto your mercy thus I cry,
Be heavy again, or else mote I dye.
Complain I, for you to be my Lady deer:
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For certes yee now make me heavy cheer,
Me were as lefe laid upon a beer.
For which unto your mercy thus I cry,
Be heavy again, or else mote I dye.
Now vouchsafe this day, or it be night,
That I of you the blisfull sound may heare,
Or see your colour, like the Suny bright
That of yellownesse had never pere
Ye be my life, ye be my hearts flere;
Queen of comfort and of good company
Be heavy again, or else mote I dye.
That I of you the blisfull sound may heare,
Or see your colour, like the Suny bright
That of yellownesse had never pere
Ye be my life, ye be my hearts flere;
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Be heavy again, or else mote I dye.
Now Purse, that art to me my lives light,
And Saviour as down in this world here,
Out of this Town help me by your might,
Sith that you will not be my treasure,
For I am shave as neer as any frere,
But I pray unto your courtesie,
Be heavy again or else mote I dye.
And Saviour as down in this world here,
Out of this Town help me by your might,
Sith that you will not be my treasure,
For I am shave as neer as any frere,
But I pray unto your courtesie,
Be heavy again or else mote I dye.
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[A Skin flai'd off, makes my materials]
A Skin flai'd off, makes my materials,My form is various, where my self I loose,
My doom a fellons death and funeralls,
For at a belt I am hang'd by a noose,
I do not filch for mine own thrift and gain
But what you give, I closely keep and bear,
And when you aske, I it restore again,
Yet not, except you pluck me by the eare.
FINIS.
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