Narcissus

gladiator and assassin of Emperor Commodus

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A Pleasant battle between two lap dogs of the Utopian Court, or, A dialogue between sleep and awake, jest and earnest, reality and fancy
Nos Ioannes Finchivs nobilis anglvs in alma vniversitate dd. ivristarvm patavini archigymnasii prorector, ac syndicvs cvm singvlarivm nationvm cosiliariis ...
A catalogue of all such bookes touching as well the state ecclesiasticall as temporall of the realm of England as were published upon severall occasions during the raignes of King Phillipp and Queene Mary
An Answer to the petition sent from the Vniversitie of Oxford to the honourable court of Parliament
All suche proclamacions, as haue been sette furthe by the Kynges Maiestie (and passed the print) from the last daie of Ianuarii, in the firste yere of his highnes reigne, vnto the last daie of Ianuarii, beeyng in the .iiii. yere of his said moste prosperous reigne, that is to saie, by the space of .iiii. whole yeres

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Discography

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“Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.”
“The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.”
“Not a flowerBut shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain,Of his unrivall'd pencil.”
“How cruel of you. What part of what you see here is carefree? If only you could understand the sadness of the ones who grow the delicate flowers of buffoonery, protecting them from but the slightest gust of wind and always on the verge of despair!”
“But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away.”
“There grew a little flower'Neath a great oak tree:When the tempest 'gan to lowerLittle heeded she:No need had she to cower,For she dreaded not its power –She was happy in the bowerOf her great oak tree!Of her great oak tree!Sing hey, Lackaday!Sing hey, Lackaday!Let the tears fall freeFor the pretty little flowerAnd the great oak tree!”