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...O HAD the malt thy strength of mind,
 Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
’Twere drink for first of human kind,
 A gift that e’en for Syme were fit.JERUSALEM TAVERN, DUMFRIES....Read more of this...

...ounter and stool, the
 writing-pen
 of quill or metal—the making of all sorts of edged tools,
The brewery, brewing, the malt, the vats, every thing that is done by brewers, also by
 wine-makers,
 also vinegar-makers, 
Leather-dressing, coach-making, boiler-making, rope-twisting, distilling, sign-painting,
 lime-burning, cotton-picking—electro-plating, electrotyping, stereotyping, 
Stave-machines, planing-machines, reaping-machines, ploughing-machines,
 thrashing-machines,
 st...Read more of this...

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Thay clomben bi clyffez ther clengez the colde.
The heuen watz vphalt, bot vgly ther-vnder;
Mist muged on the mor, malt on the mountez,
Vch hille hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge.
Brokez byled and breke bi bonkkez aboute,
Schyre schaterande on schorez, ther thay doun schowued.
Wela wylle watz the way ther thay bi wod schulden,
Til hit watz sone sesoun that the sunne ryses
that tyde.
Thay were on a hille ful hyyghe,
The quyte snaw lay bisyde;

The burne that rod ...Read more of this...

...p-yards meant, 
Or why was Burton built on Trent? 
Oh many a peer of England brews 
Livelier liquor than the Muse, 
And malt does more than Milton can 
To justify God's ways to man. 
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink 
For fellows whom it hurts to think: 
Look into the pewter pot 
To see the world as the world's not. 
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past: 
The mischief is that 'twill not last. 
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair 
And left my necktie God knows where, 
And carrie...Read more of this...

...stnut curls,

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commas behind the ear.
"Taller, by half a head, 
than my Lord Walsingham."

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His Devon-cream brogue,
malt eyes. New cloak 
mussed in her mud.

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The Queen leans forward,
a rosy envelope of civet.
A cleavage

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whispering seed pearls.
Her own sleeve 
rubs that speck of dirt

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on his cheek. Three thousand 
ornamental fruit baskets
swing in the smoke.

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"It is our pleasure 
to have our servant trained 
some longer time 

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in Ireland." Stamp out 
marks ...Read more of this...

...at he holy Churche should devour.

Great soken* hath this miller, out of doubt, *toll taken for grinding
With wheat and malt, of all the land about;
And namely* there was a great college *especially
Men call the Soler Hall at Cantebrege,
There was their wheat and eke their malt y-ground.
And on a day it happed in a stound*, *suddenly
Sick lay the manciple* of a malady, *steward 
Men *weened wisly* that he shoulde die. *thought certainly*
For which this miller stole both...Read more of this...

...all the folk that gave them any good,
Askaunce* that he woulde for them pray. *see note 
"Give us a bushel wheat, or malt, or rey,* *rye
A Godde's kichel,* or a trip** of cheese, *little cake **scrap
Or elles what you list, we may not chese;* *choose
A Godde's halfpenny,  or a mass penny;
Or give us of your brawn, if ye have any;
A dagon* of your blanket, leve dame, *remnant
Our sister dear, -- lo, here I write your name,--
Bacon or beef, or such thing as ye find."
A...Read more of this...

...t though that I now telle thee it ne leste, 
Be thou nought wrooth; I hyde it for the beste.'

This Pandare, that neigh malt for wo and routhe,
Ful often seyde, 'Allas! what may this be?
Now freend,' quod he, 'if ever love or trouthe
Hath been, or is, bi-twixen thee and me, 
Ne do thou never swiche a crueltee
To hyde fro thy freend so greet a care;
Wostow nought wel that it am I, Pandare?

'I wole parten with thee al thy peyne,
If it be so I do thee no comfort, 
As it is free...Read more of this...

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