Be sure, quoth he, tongue can tell,
For
What tyme thou coudest have come well:
thys daye lucyfer fell, Whiche our festywall hell,
Nothynge craved thys day, That shall hell have any may.
For
What tyme thou coudest have come well:
thys daye lucyfer fell, Whiche our festywall hell,
Nothynge craved thys day, That shall hell have any may.
Dodsley - Select Collection of Old Plays - v1
