Quote#God & Faith
Come little babe, come silly soul
Quote byNicholas Breton · 1545–1626
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "A Cradle Song", st. 1, in The Arbor of Amorous Devices (1597).
English (original)
Come little babe, come silly soul, Thy father’s shame, thy mother’s grief, Born as I doubt to all our dole, And to thyself unhappy chief: Sing lullaby, and lap it warm, Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.
— Nicholas Breton
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