Автор: THOMAS MORE

Mine high estate power and auctoritie, If ye ne know, enserche and ye shall spye, That richesse, worship, welth, and […]

how a Serjeant would learn to play the Friar. Wise men alway, Affirm and say, That best ’tis for a […]

The pleasure little and short. The nature and dignity of man. The followers grief and heaviness. The peace of a […]

First Ballad to the tune of “Lewis the lost lover.” Eye-flattering Fortune! look thou ne’er so fair, Or ne’er so […]

To love one alone and contemn all other for that one. To think him unhappy that is not with his […]

If We refuse the Way of Virtue because it is Painful, for the Same Cause ought We to refuse the […]

O ye that put your trust and confidence, In worldly joy and frail prosperity, That so live here as ye […]

Mr. Thomas More in his youth devised in his father’s house in London, a goodly hanging of fine painted cloth […]