A floorish vpon fancie As gallant a glose vpon so triflinge a text, as euer was written. Compiled by N.B. Gent. To which are annexed, manie pretie pamphlets, for pleasant heads to passe away idle time withal. By the same authour.

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A floorish vpon fancie As gallant a glose vpon so triflinge a text, as euer was written. Compiled by N.B. Gent. To which are annexed, manie pretie pamphlets, for pleasant heads to passe away idle time withal. By the same authour.
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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Imprinted at London :: By [W. How for] Richard Ihones,
6. Maij. 1577.
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"A floorish vpon fancie As gallant a glose vpon so triflinge a text, as euer was written. Compiled by N.B. Gent. To which are annexed, manie pretie pamphlets, for pleasant heads to passe away idle time withal. By the same authour." In the digital collection Early English Books Online Collections. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16746.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.

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A Gentilman being requested by a Gentilwoman, to pen hir a Praier in verse, wrot at hr request as foloweth.

PItie oh Lord thy seruaunts hauy hart, her sinnes forgiue, that thus for mercy cries: Iudge no man (Lorde) according to desart, Let fall on her with spéede thy healthfull eyes. In hart who prayes to thée continually, Putting her only tru•••• oh God in thée. Lorde, Lorde, to thée for mercy still I call, Oh, set me free that thus am bound and thrall.
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