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A Ioyfull medytacyon to all Englonde of the coronacyon of our moost naturall souerayne lorde kynge Henry the eyght. Stephen Hawes	Is made aboute nowe in euery nacyon Unto all this realme to be Ioy and comforte Wherfore you lordes I humby...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Jest Of Robin Hood Anonymous Americas	Thre tymes Litell Johnn shet aboute, And alwey he slet the wande; The proud sherif of Notingham By the marks can...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande John Skelton	That were aboute him, his owne servants of trust, To suffre him slayn of his mortall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anelida and Arcite Geoffrey Chaucer	On hors, on fote, in al the feld...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Captain Car Frank Sidgwick	Or Captaine Care and all his men Wer lighte aboute the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cleanness Anonymous Americas	& forsettz on vche a syde þe cete aboute; Þe wayferande frekez, on fote & on hors, Boþe burnez & burdez, þe better & þe...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Colyn cloute John Skelton	Who brought this ryme aboute, My name is Colyn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Confessio Amantis - Tales Of The Seven Deadly Sins, 1330-1408 A.D. - Prologus John Gower	Of sondry londes al aboute: Bot whan god wole, it schal were oute, For trowthe mot stonde ate...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Confessio Amantis. Explicit Prologus John Gower	Be set upon his jugement, Bot as the whiel aboute went He yifth his graces undeserved, And fro that man which hath him served Fulofte he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Primus John Gower	Towardes othre berth aboute Withinne himself and noght withoute; For in his thoght he brenneth evere, Whan that he wot...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Secundus John Gower	Ne non of tho that ben aboute, That ech of hem ne stant in doute, And wenen that I scholde rave For Anger that thei se me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Septimus John Gower	To gete here lyves fode aboute Upon this wofull Erthe...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Tercius John Gower	Mi grace comth so selde aboute, That is the Slowthe of which I doute Mor than of al the remenant Which is to love...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fortune Geoffrey Chaucer	Thou born art in my regne of variaunce, Aboute the wheel with other most thou...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Of Hym That Togyder Wyll Serve Two Masters Sebastian Brant	Which doth entende labour or go aboute To serve god, and also his wretchyd store Of worldly ryches: for as I sayde before, He...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Patience Anonymous Americas	& in þat cete My sa3es soghe alle aboute, &Thorn;at in þat place, at þe poynt, I put in þi...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Piers Plowman The Prologue (B-Text) William Langland	Bidders and beggers faste aboute eoden, Til heor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Well William Langland	I aboute Al in a somer seson...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Canterbury Tales; THE CHANOUNS YEMANNES TALE Geoffrey Chaucer	Aboute the peytrel stood the foom ful hye, He was of fome al flekked as a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Canterbury Tales; THE SHIPMANNES TALE Geoffrey Chaucer	But now passe over, and lat us seke aboute Who shal now telle first of al this...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Canterbury Tales;The Knyghtes Tale Geoffrey Chaucer	Lat every felawe telle his tale...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Complaint unto Pity Geoffrey Chaucer	Aboute hir herse there stoden lustely, Withouten any woo as thoughte me, Bounte parfyt, wel armed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Cōuercyon of Swerers Stephen Hawes	By cruell othes now pvon euery syde Aboute the worlde launcynge my woūdes wyde All the graces whiche I haue you shewed Reuolue...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Floure of Curtesye John Lydgate	Sate and behelde, aboute on every tre The foules sytte, alway twayne and twayne, Than thought I thus: 'Alas, what may...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Marriage of Sir Gawaine Thomas Percy	Her haires, like serpents, clung aboute Her cheekes of deadlye hewe: A worse-form'd ladye than she was, No man mote ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)