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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Book of Phillip Sparrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pla ce bo,<br>Who is there, who?<br>Di le xi,<br>Dame Margery;<br>Fa, re, my, my,<br>Wherfore and why, why?<br>For the sowle of Philip Sparowe,<br>That was late slayn at Carowe,<br>Among the Nones Blake,<br>For that swete soules sake,<br>And for all sparowes soules,<br>Set in our bederolles,<br>Pater noster qui,<br>With an Ave Mari, <br>And with the corner of a Crede,<br>The more shalbe your mede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whan I remembre agayn<br>How mi Philyp was slayn,<br>Never halfe the payne<br>Was betwene you twayne,<br>Pyramus and Thesbe,<br>As than befell to me:<br>I wept and I wayled,<br>The tearys downe hayled;<br>But nothinge it avayled<br>To call Phylyp agayne,<br>Whom Gyb our cat hath slayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gib, I saye, our cat,<br>Worrowyd her on that<br>Which I loved best:<br>It can not be exprest<br>My sorowfull hevynesse,<br>But all without redresse;<br>For within that stounde,<br>Halfe slumbrynge, in a swounde<br>I fell downe to the grounde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unneth I kest myne eyes<br>Towarde the cloudy skyes:<br>But whan I dyd beholde<br>My sparow dead and colde,<br>No creatuer but that wolde<br>Have rewed upon me,<br>To behold and se<br>What hevynesse dyd me pange;<br>Wherewith my handes I wrange,<br>That my senaws cracked,<br>As though I had ben racked,<br>So payned and so strayned,<br>That no lyfe wellnye remayned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I syghed and I sobbed,<br>For that I was robbed<br>Of my sparowes lyfe.<br>O mayden, wydow, and wyfe,<br>Of what estate ye be,<br>Of hye or lowe degre,<br>Great sorowe than ye myght se,<br>And lerne to wepe at me!<br>Such paynes dyd me frete,<br>That myne hert dyd bete,<br>My vysage pale and dead,<br>Wanne, and blewe as lead;<br>The panges of hatefull death<br>Wellnye had stopped my breath.<br>Heu, heu, me,<br>That I am wo for the!<br>Ad Dominum, cum tribularer, clamavi: <br>Of God nothynge els crave I<br>But Phyllypes soule to kepe<br>From the marees deepe<br>Of Acherontes well,<br>That is a flode of hell;<br>And from the great Pluto,<br>The prynce of endles wo;<br>And from foule Alecto,<br>With vysage blacke and blo;<br>And from Medusa, that mare,<br>That lyke a fende doth stare;<br>And from Megeras edders,<br>For rufflynge of Phillips fethers,<br>And from her fyry sparklynges,<br>For burnynge of his wynges;<br>And from the smokes sowre<br>Of Proserpinas bowre;<br>And from the dennes darke,<br>Wher Cerberus doth barke,<br>Whom Theseus dyd afraye,<br>Whom Hercules dyd outraye,<br>As famous poetes say;<br>From that hell-hounde,<br>That lyeth in cheynes bounde,<br>With gastly hedes thre,<br>To Jupyter pray we<br>That Phyllyp preserved may be!<br>Amen, say ye with me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do mi nus, <br>Helpe nowe, swete Jesus!<br>Levavi oculos meos in montes: <br>Wolde God I had Zenophontes,<br>Or Socrates the wyse<br>To shew me their devyse,<br>Moderatly to take<br>This sorrow that I make<br>For Phylyp Sparowes sake!<br>So fervently I shake,<br>I fele my body quake;<br>So urgently I am brought<br>Into carefull thought.<br>Like Andromach, Hectors wyfe,<br>Was wery of her lyfe,<br>Whan she had lost her joye,<br>Noble Hector of Troye;<br>In lyke maner also<br>Encreaseth my dedly wo,<br>For my sparowe is go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was so prety a fole,<br>It wold syt on a stole,<br>And lerned after my scole<br>For to kepe his cut,<br>With, &quot;Phyllyp, kepe your cut!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It had a velvet cap,<br>And wold syt upon my lap,<br>And seke after small wormes,<br>And somtyme white bred crommes;<br>And many tymes and ofte<br>Betwene my brestes softe<br>It wolde lye and rest;<br>It was propre and prest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somtyme he wolde gaspe<br>Whan he sawe a waspe;<br>A fly or a gnat,<br>He wolde flye at that;<br>And prytely he wold pant<br>Whan he saw an ant;<br>Lord, how he wolde pry<br>After the butterfly!<br>Lorde, how he wolde hop<br>After the gressop!<br>And whan I sayd, &quot;Phyp! Phyp!&quot;<br>Than he wold lepe and skyp,<br>And take me by the lyp.<br>Alas, it wyll me slo,<br>That Phillyp is gone me fro!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Skelton">John Skelton</a><div class=q>
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Who is there, who?
Di le xi,
Dame Margery;
Fa, re, my, my,
Wherfore and why, why?
For the sowle of Philip Sparowe,
That was late slayn at Carowe,
Among the Nones Blake,
For that swete soules sake,
And for all sparowes soules,
Set in our..."></div>
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