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REIGN OF HENRY VIII . JOHN SKELTON . William Roy . — John Heywood . - Sir
David Lindsay . - The Mourning Maiden . page 1 SPECIMENS . Reign of Henry
VIII . continued . . . 41 Reign of Edward VI . - - - - - - - 113 Reign of Queen Mary .
REIGN OF HENRY VIII . JOHN SKELTON . William Roy . — John Heywood . - Sir
David Lindsay . - The Mourning Maiden . page 1 SPECIMENS . Reign of Henry
VIII . continued . . . 41 Reign of Edward VI . - - - - - - - 113 Reign of Queen Mary .
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The next poet deserving notice is John Heywood the epigrammatist , who was
much admired by Henry VIII . and by his daughter Queen Mary ; but the modern
reader will not easily detect , in his printed works , that elegant turn of humour
which ...
The next poet deserving notice is John Heywood the epigrammatist , who was
much admired by Henry VIII . and by his daughter Queen Mary ; but the modern
reader will not easily detect , in his printed works , that elegant turn of humour
which ...
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The time of Heywood ' s birth is uncertain : he is supposed to have died at
Mechlin in 1565 ; having after the death of Queen Mary become a refugee on
account of his religion . About 1542 , a printer of the name of Robert Wyer
published an ...
The time of Heywood ' s birth is uncertain : he is supposed to have died at
Mechlin in 1565 ; having after the death of Queen Mary become a refugee on
account of his religion . About 1542 , a printer of the name of Robert Wyer
published an ...
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4 Æneas , when he fled from Troy , Did not queen Dido greater joy , When he in
Carthage did arrive , And did the siege of Troy descryve . The wonders that he
did rehearse Were langsums for to put in verse ; Of which this lady did rejoice ...
4 Æneas , when he fled from Troy , Did not queen Dido greater joy , When he in
Carthage did arrive , And did the siege of Troy descryve . The wonders that he
did rehearse Were langsums for to put in verse ; Of which this lady did rejoice ...
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He was chaplain to Bishop Ridley , imprisoned for heresy in Queen Mary ' s reign
, and saved by a recantation . “ But " theology does not seem to have been his
talent , nor “ the glories of martyrdom to have made any part of his « ambition .
He was chaplain to Bishop Ridley , imprisoned for heresy in Queen Mary ' s reign
, and saved by a recantation . “ But " theology does not seem to have been his
talent , nor “ the glories of martyrdom to have made any part of his « ambition .
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