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That same manne, that renneth awaye,Maye again fight, an other daye.
Nicholas Udall -
For Myrth prolongeth lyfe, and causeth health.
Nicholas Udall
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I am sorie God made me so comely.
Nicholas Udall -
Gay love, God save it, so soone hotte, so soone colde.
Nicholas Udall -
Wowers never speede well, that have a false harte.
Nicholas Udall -
There is nothing wherein their womanliness is more honestly garnished than with silence.
Nicholas Udall -
There hath grown no grass on my heels since I went hence.
Nicholas Udall