III. , sc. 6
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepheard? Thy sheepe bee in the corne; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth Thy sheepe shall take no harme.
From The Taming of the Shrew, Act iv, sc. 1, printed 1623, I, 221.
It was the friar of orders gray, As he forth walked on his way.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
From The Knight of the Burning Pestle, produced apparently in 1611, Act ii, sc. 8; Dyce, II, 173.
She cares not for her daddy, Nor she cares not for her mammy, For she is, she is, she is, she is My lord of Lowgave’s lassy.
(Perhaps only a song.)
Give him flowers enow, palmer, give him flowers enow, Give him red and white, and blue, green, and yellow.