Mother, lay apart now all other thing, And Alonely tend to me, and imagine In that that I purpose now to begin.
"A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume I."
R. Dodsley
And yet though he were every good man's joy, And the Alonely comfort of his own, His very name with terror did annoy His foreign foes so far as he was known.
"Pastoral Poems by Nicholas Breton, Selected Poetry by George Wither, and Pastoral Poetry by William Browne (of Tavistock)"
Nicholas Breton, George Wither, and William Browne (of Tavistock)
