Frances, Duchess of Richmond and Lenor, deposeth, / That she, the deponent, was not at the queen's labour, because she did not know it time enough, but as soon as she did, she made all the haste she could […]
It's a heartbreaker, as I was reminded just now when I went to get the chapter reference, reread it, and started bawling.
A wandering minstrel I — / A thing of shreds and patches, / Of ballads, songs and snatches, / And dreamy lullaby!
Why ee'n ſo: and now my Lady Wormes, / Chapleſſe, and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons Spade;
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