J. W., Gent - Results found: 51

Since it hath pleased our king Renowned Edward, of his special favour to spear
us in this height of eminence lets show
ourselves worthy of dignities conferred
upon us,
By Thorne, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.1-5), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
they are a Nation Haughty and full of spleen, and must be manag'd with straighter reins and rougher bits
By Selby, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.7-9), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Authority may with a slender twine hold
in the strongest head then what needs
tyranny
By Thorne, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.12-13), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
tis always better to be loved
than feared,
By Thorne, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.15), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Observe his insolence,
By Haslerig, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.33-35), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
To what my king commands I humbly bend
By Old Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.47-48), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
a boy of that proud temper as should he
hear thy insolent demand would pluck
>Thee from thy seat,
By Old Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.65-67), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
'tis a favor her betters sue for
By Selby, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.89-90), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
My blood shall never enter league nor
hold alliance with him that hates my
country,
By Graham, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.90-92), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Misery decreed above comparison
By Graham, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.104), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
The many favors we have graced thee with
blush to have been conferred upon a man
no better tempered,
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.27-29), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Thou hast raised a storm showers of blood can scarce
allay.
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.32), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
My sovereign's pleasure sits above my
Private passions,
By Percy, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.46-47), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
in my breast bloody revenge lies ambushed
By Grimsby, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.51), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
a fellow meanly bred but spirited above
belief,
By Haslerig, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.72-73), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
I have read this maxim in state policy
Be sure to wear thy danger in thy eye.
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.107-108), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
So wilt thrust an ox into an eggshell if
you roast it by moonshine,
By Coming, in The Valiant Scot (1.5.10-11), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Erase him from your thoughts,
By Selby, in The Valiant Scot (1.6.66), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
I have conversed with him thrown myself into his bosom mingled thoughts
with him and find him neither
worthy of thy love nor my alliance,
By Graham, in The Valiant Scot (1.6.38-41), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
and held rank with best deservers
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.1.7-8), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Torture above endurance
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.19), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
a sea of purple tears
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.23), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Death best becomes that dialect
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.23), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Let not one sullen brow be seen,
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.52), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
calm your
spleen,
By Glascot, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.81), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
May we crave perusal of your
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.115-116), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Were certain death against my bosom bent
There's gain in blood if honourably spent
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.152-153), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
see those remains of honorable love cradled in earth,
By Grimsby, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.154-155), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
A murdered father and a bleeding wife mangled before him would strike fire in snow
Make loyalty turn traitor and obedience
forget all duty.
By Grimsby, in The Valiant Scot (2.4.159-161), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
With promise of a friendly interview to and mildly minister redress
By Percy, in The Valiant Scot (2.4.176-178), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
fame limns him out for such a gallant piece and is
so curious in her workmanship no part deforms him,
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (2.4.204-206), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I am necessities slave,
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (3.1.134), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
the earth is a soldier's
pillow
By General, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.2), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
The coffin you must sleep in is this cave
Whole heaven your winding sheet all earth
your grave
The early lark shall sadly ring your knell
Your dirge be sung by mournful Philomel
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (3.2.6-10), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I would scorn to cheat my glories from the sweat
of others brows, By encountering the fierce beasts at second
hand
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.57-59), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I'll have the leading of the vanguard,
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.65), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
fuller of insolence strength stand forth to bid us battle
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (4.2.30-32), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Let now our hands be warriors, not our tongues
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (4.2.70), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Take breath I would not have the world robbed
Of two such spirits
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (4.3.18-19), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Court windfalls too,
Some English earldom or so,
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.37-38), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I am clear as innocencie
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.3.63), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
They fall to fishing, and then bait the hook with mercy, and the king's pardon
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.16-17), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
There's no Scot but scorns to hang his hope on your King's promises, be it nere so smoothly gilded,
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.19-20), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I'll trust you with my bosom,
By Bruce, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.38), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
what here
You lock is safe,
By Coming, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.43), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
our lips are sealed,
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.78), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I'm to meet him before one hour grow old
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.57-59), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
No armor can hold out fear
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.125), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v
 
mine eye shall not be so compassionate to view him
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.97-98), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v
 
Peace is the balm of wars
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.159), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v
 
the lamp that
Gave rebellion light hath spent the oil
that fed it
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.156-157), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v