Thomas Percy

1728 - 1811

A Quote by Thomas Percy

He that had neyther been kith nor kin Might have seen a full fayre sight.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: Guy of Gisborne.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy

He that would not when he might, He shall not when he wolda.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: The Friar of Orders Gray.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy

I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy on pride

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King Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches cost him but a croune; He held them sixpence all too deere, Therefore he call'd the taylor loune. He was a wight of high renowne, And those but of a low degree; Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, Then take thine old cloake about thee.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: Take thy old Cloak about Thee.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy

Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: Sir Patrick Spens.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy on death

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O Lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he 's dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turfe, And at his heels a stone.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: The Friar of Orders Gray.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy

Shall I bid her goe? What if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no! I dare not.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: Corydon's Farewell to Phillis.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy on blindness and heaven

The blinded boy that shootes so trim, From heaven downe did hie.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid.

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A Quote by Thomas Percy on good and nobility

We 'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we 'll be good.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: Winifreda (1720).

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A Quote by Thomas Percy

Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrowe is in vaine; For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe.

Thomas Percy (1728 - 1811)

Source: The Friar of Orders Gray.

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