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• Lament for Chaucer

  Allas! my worthi maister honorable,
  This landes verray tresor and richesse!
  Deth by thy deth hath harme irreparable …

  Thomas Hoccleve

• Vox ultima Crucis

  Tarye no lenger; toward thyn heritage
  Hast on thy weye, and be of ryght good chere.
  Go eche day onward on thy pylgrymage; …

  John Lydgate

• Spring Song of the Birds

  Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May,
  For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne,
  And sing with us, Away, Winter, away! …

  King James I of Scotland

• Robin and Makyne

  Robin sat on gude green hill,
  Kepand a flock of fe:
  Mirry Makyne said him till …

  Robert Henryson

• The Bludy Serk

  This hinder yeir I hard be tald
  Thair was a worthy King;
  Dukis, Erlis, and Barronis bald, …

  Robert Henryson

• To a Lady

  Sweet rois of vertew and of gentilness,
  Delytsum lily of everie lustynes,
  Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear, …

  William Dunbar

• In Honour of the City of London

  London, thou art of townes A per se.
  Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight,
  Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; …

  William Dunbar

• On the Nativity of Christ

  Rorate coeli desuper!
  Hevins, distil your balmy schouris!
  For now is risen the bricht day-ster, …

  William Dunbar

• Lament for the Makers

  I THAT in heill was and gladnèss
  Am trublit now with great sickness
  And feblit with infirmitie:— …

  William Dunbar

• May in the Green-Wood

  In somer when the shawes be sheyne,
  And leves be large and long,
  Hit is full merry in feyre foreste …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Carol

  I SING of a maiden
  That is makeles;
  King of all kings …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Quia Amore Langueo

  In a valley of this restles mind
  I sought in mountain and in mead,
  Trusting a true love for to find. …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Nut-Brown Maid

  He.be it right or wrong, these men among
  On women do complain;
  Affirming this, how that it is …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• As ye came from the Holy Land

  As ye came from the holy land
  Of Walsinghame,
  Met you not with my true love …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Lover in Winter Plaineth for the Spring

  O WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow
  That the small rain down can rain?
  Christ, that my love were in my arms …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Balow

  Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep!
  It grieves me sore to see thee weep.
  Wouldst thou be quiet I'se be glad, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Old Cloak

  this winter's weather it waxeth cold,
  And frost it freezeth on every hill,
  And Boreas blows his blast so bold …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• To Mistress Margery Wentworth

  With margerain gentle,
  The flower of goodlihead,
  Embroidered the mantle …

  John Skelton

• To Mistress Margaret Hussey

  Merry Margaret
  As midsummer flower,
  Gentle as falcon …

  John Skelton

• The True Knight

  For knighthood is not in the feats of warre,
  As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,
  But in a cause which truth can not defarre: …

  Stephen Hawes

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