01c. 1852 ADBetwixt the stirrup and the ground, Mercy I ask'd; mercy I found.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
02c. 1852 ADBegone, dull Care! I prithee begone from me! Begone, dull Care! thou and I shall never agree.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
04c. 1852 ADMathew, Mark, Luke, and John, The bed be blest that I lye on.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
05c. 1852 ADJunius, Aprilis, Septémq; Nouemq; tricenos, Vnum plus reliqui, Februs tenet octo vicenos, At si bissextus fuerit superadditur vnus.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
06c. 1852 ADThirty dayes hath Nouember, Aprill, June, and September, February hath xxviii alone, And all the rest have xxxi.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
07c. 1852 ADThirty days hath September, April, June, and November, February has twenty-eight alone, All the rest have thirty-one; Excepting leap year,—that 's the time When February's days are twenty-nine.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
08c. 1852 ADThirty days hath September, April, June, and November; All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone, Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
09c. 1852 ADFourth, eleventh, ninth, and sixth, Thirty days to each affix; Every other thirty-one Except the second month alone.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
10c. 1852 AD"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley," Latimer cried at the crackling of the flames. "Play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
11c. 1852 ADThere is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies show; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. There cherries hang that none may buy, Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
12c. 1852 ADThose cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row; Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds filled with snow.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
13c. 1852 ADA vest as admired Voltiger had on, Which from this Island's foes his grandsire won, Whose artful colour pass'd the Tyrian dye, Obliged to triumph in this legacy.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
14c. 1852 ADWhen Adam dolve, and Eve span, Who was then the gentleman?Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
16c. 1852 ADUse three Physicians,— Still-first Dr. Quiet; Next Dr. Mery-man, And Dr. Dyet.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
17c. 1852 ADThe King of France went up the hill With twenty thousand men; The King of France came down the hill, And ne'er went up again.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
