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> HARTYKYN: A term of endearment [excuse the pun!!]
> //Palsgrave's Acolastus,
1540.
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A little more than
KIND, and
less than KIN:
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Eight
days before Shakspere's death his brother-in-law William HARTTE
the
HATTER ['HATTER' is an anagram of 'HARTTE'] died.
Descendants of Mr.W.H. (and wife Joan S. HARTTE) are still alive!
"Shall KIN with KIN and KIND with KIND
confound?"
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Chettle's 'KIND-HARTE's Dream':
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Echoes -- Lewis Carroll
(1869)
Lady Clara VERE de VERE
Was eight years old,
she said:
EVERy ringlet,
lightly SHAKEn, ran itself in
GOLDEN THREAD.
She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the baseness of its nature shall
have strength to drag her down.
"Sisters and
brothers, little Maid?
There stands the inspector at thy
door:
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are
four."
"KIND HEARTS are more than
coronets,"
She said, and wondering looked
at me:
"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to
tea."
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<<KIND
HEARTS and Coronets is a black
comedy, presented in
a coolly elegant style with the most articulate and literate of all
Ealing
screenplays. The title was taken from a Tennysonian couplet
quoted by one of the characters:
'KIND HEARTS are more than
coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood';
in France the film was called Noblesse Oblige.>>
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Lady Clara VERE de VERE
(1842) - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
Of me you shall not win renown:
You
thought to break a country HEART
For pastime, ere you went to town.
At
me you smiled, but unbeguiled
I saw the snare, and I retired;
The daughter
of a hundred earls,
You are not one to be desired.
Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
I know you proud to bear your
name,
Your pride is yet no mate for mine,
Too proud to care from whence I
came.
Nor would I break for your sweet sake
A HEART that dotes on truer charms.
A simple
maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
Some meeker pupil you must find,
For,
were you queen of all that is,
I could not stoop to such a mind.
You
sought to prove how I could love,
And my disdain is my reply.
The lion on
your old stone gates
Is not more cold to you than I.
Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
You put strange memories in my
head.
Not thrice your branching lines have blown
Since I beheld young
Laurence dead.
O, your sweet eyes, your low replies!
A great enchantress
you may be;
But there was that across his throat
Which you had hardly
cared to see.
Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
When thus he met his mother’s
view,
She had the passion of her KIND,
She spake some certain truths of
you.
Indeed I heard one bitter word
That scarce is fit for you to
hear;
Her manners had not that repose
Which stamps the caste of
VERE de VERE.
Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
There stands a spectre in your
hall;
The guilt of blood is at your door;
You changed a wholesome
HEART to gall.
You held your
course without remorse,
To make him trust his modest worth,
And, last, you
fix’d a vacant stare,
And slew him with your noble birth.
Trust me, Clara VERE
de VERE,
From yon blue heavens above us bent
The gardener Adam and his wife
Smile at the claims of long
descent.
Howe’er it be, it seems to me,
’Tis only noble to be
good.
KIND HEARTS are more than coronets,
And
simple faith than Norman blood.
I know you, Clara VERE
de VERE,
You pine among your halls and
towers;
The languid light of your proud eyes
Is wearied of the rolling
hours.
In glowing health, with boundless wealth,
But sickening of a vague
disease,
You know so ill to deal with time,
You needs must play such
pranks as these.
Clara, Clara VERE de VERE,
If time be heavy on your hands,
Are
there no beggars at your gate,
Nor any poor about your lands?
O, teach the
orphan-boy to read,
Or teach the orphan-girl to sew;
Pray Heaven for a
human HEART,
And let the foolish
YEOMAN
go.
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<<A
YEOMAN was anciently a 40-shilling
freeholder, and as
such qualified to vote, and serve on juries. In more modern times
it
meant a farmer who cultivated his own freehold. Later still,
an upper farmer,
tenant or otherwise, is often called a YEOMAN.>>
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King Lear (Folio) Act 3, Scene 6
Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me,
whether a madman be a
Gentleman, or a YEOMAN.
Lear. A King, a King.
Foole. No, he's a YEOMAN, that ha's a
Gentleman
to his Sonne: for hee's a mad
YEOMAN
that
sees his Sonne a Gentleman before
him.
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{YEOMAN of the guard}, one of the bodyguard of the
English sovereign,
consisting of the hundred YEOMEN, armed with partisans,
and habited in the costume of the sixteenth
century.
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YEOMAN, n.; pl. {YEOMEN}. [OE. yoman, [yogh]eman, [yogh]oman;
of uncertain origin; perhaps the first, syllable is akin to
OFries.
g[=a] district, region, G. gau, OHG. gewi, gouwi, Goth.
gawi.]
1. A common man, or one of the commonly of the first or
most
respectable class; a freeholder; a man free born.
A YEOMAN in England is
considered as next in order to the gentry.
2. A servant; a retainer. [Obs.]
A yeman hadde he and servants no mo. --Chaucer.
3. A YEOMAN of the guard; also,
a member of the YEOMANry
cavalry.
4. (Naut.) An interior officer under the boatswain,
gunner,
or carpenters, charged with the stowage,
account,
and distribution of the
stores.
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King Henry VI, Part iii Act 1, Scene 4
YORK Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
Of both the
Sicils and Jerusalem,
Yet not so wealthy as an English YEOMAN.
Hath that poor monarch taught
thee to
insult?
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King Henry VI, Part i Act 2, Scene 4
SOMERSET: Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the
YEOMAN by conversing with him.
WARWICK: Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him,
Somerset;
His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
Third
son to the third Edward King of England:
Spring crestless YEOMEN from so deep a root?
SOMERSET: Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
For
treason executed in our late king's days?
And, by his treason, stand'st
not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient
gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And, till
thou be restored, thou art a YEOMAN.
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King Henry V Act 3, Scene 1
KING HENRY: And you, good YEOMAN,
Whose limbs were made in England,
show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you
are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so
mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see
you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The
game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry
'God for Harry, England, and Saint
George!'
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Twelfth Night Act 2, Scene 5
MALVOLIO: There is example for't; the lady of the
Strachy
married the
YEOMAN of the
wardrobe.
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Waverly - Sir Walter Scott
<<The Baron entered at this moment, and rebuked her with
more
asperity than Waverley had ever heard him use to any
one. ``Was it not a
shame,'' he said, ``that she should
exhibit herself before any gentleman in
such a light, as if
she shed tears for a drove of horned nolt and milch
kine,
like the daughter of a
Cheshire YEOMAN;>>
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Dodgson,
Charles Lutwidge (Lewis Carroll) (1832-1898).
son of a clergyman
at Daresbury,
Cheshire,
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Echoes -- Lewis Carroll
(1869)
Lady Clara VERE de VERE
Was eight years old,
she said:
EVERy ringlet,
lightly SHAKEn, ran itself in
GOLDEN
THREAD.
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Richard VELE: Coroner's
Inquest
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<<Inquisition
taken in the parish of St. Martin's in the Fields 24 July
1567 before Richard
VALE, coroner, upon a viewing of the
body of Thomas
Brincknell, of Westminster, YEOMAN, lying dead, by seventeen named
jurymen,
who affirm that on 23 July 1567 between seven and eight in the
evening Edward
earl of Oxford and Edward Baynham, TAILOR of the same
city, were together in
the back yard of the residence of Sir William
CECIL in the same parish,
meaning no harm to anyone. Each had a sword,
called a foil, and together they
meant to practice the science of
defense. Along came Thomas Brincknell,
drunk, . . . who ran and fell
upon the point of the earl of OXFORD's FOIL
(WORTH TWELVE PENCE),
which Oxford held in his right hand intending to play a round (as
they
call it). With the foil Thomas [Brincknell] gave himself a wound to
the front of his thigh four inches deep and one inch wide, of which
he died instantly. This, to the exclusion of all other explanations,
was the way he
died.>>
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Another person who died in a ditch was Jane Shore:
Shore (Jane). Sir Thomas More says, ?She was well-born, honestly
brought
up, and married somewhat too soon to a wealthy YEOMAN.?
(The tragedy of Jane
Shore is by Nicholas Rowe).
?I could not get one bit of bread
Whereby my hunger might be fed. ...
So, weary of my life,
at length
I yielded up my vital
strength
Within a ditch ... which since that
day
Is Shoreditch called, as writers say.?
Shoreditch according to tradition, is so called from Jane Shore, who,
it
is said, died there in a ditch. This tale comes from a ballad in
Pepys'
collection; but the truth is, it receives its name from Sir
John de Soerdich,
lord of the manor in the reign of Edward
III.
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The Croppy Boy By Anonymous
It was early, early in the night,
The YEOMAN cavalry gave me a fright;
The
YEOMAN cavalry was my
downfall
And taken was I by Lord
Cornwall.
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George Eliot. (1819?1880). The Mill on the Floss.
<<Uncle Pullet belonged to that extinct class of British
YEOMAN who,
dressed in good
broadcloth, paid high rates and taxes, went to church,
and ate a particularly
good dinner on Sunday, without dreaming that
the British constitution in
Church and State had a traceable
origin any more than the solar system and
the fixed
stars.>>
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1388
Geoffrey Chaucer Canterbury Tales discussed
alchemy
in the Canon's
YEOMAN's
Tale
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ClassicNote on
Canterbury Tales
http://www.gradesaver.com/ClassicNotes/Titles/canterbury/tale22.html
Prologue to the Canon's YEOMAN's Tale:
When the story of Saint Cecilia was finished and the company
continued
on their journey, they came across two men. One of them was clad
all in
black and had been traveling quickly on their horses; the
narrator
believes that he must be a canon (an alchemist). The Canon's
YEOMAN
said that they wished to
join the company on their journey, for they had
heard of their tales. The
Host asked if the Canon could tell a tale, and
the YEOMAN answers that the Canon knows tales of mirth
and jollity, and
is a man whom anybody would be honored to know. The Host
guesses that
his master was a clerk, but the YEOMAN says that he is something
greater. The
Host, however, wonders why the Canon dresses so shabbily
if he is so
important. The YEOMAN brags about
what the Canon can do,
such as creating the illusion of gold, until the Canon
tells him to
stop. For shame at his YEOMAN's behavior, the Canon then departed.
The
Canon's YEOMAN then decides to tell
a tale himself.
Analysis:
The dull religious reverie of the Second Nun's Tale gives way to
the
most prominent narrative development within the story of the pilgrims
to
Canterbury. Chaucer introduces two new characters, the Canon and
his
YEOMAN. The Canon is an
imposing figure, a mysterious and intimidating
character who differs greatly
from the Canterbury pilgrims, who are
either jovial and boisterous or quiet
and respectable. The Canon is
nearly silent, yet his reticence does not stem
from chivalric honor
or religious principles. He is a man of menacing action
afraid to
be definitely identified as part of his dubious profession.
This
automatically marks him as different from the other travelers,
who
primarily exist as part of their particular job and accept it,
even when that
line of work as in the cases of the summoner
and the pardoner
is not respectable.
The Canon's YEOMAN serves as
the voice of his master, but that
voice proves inadequate. The Canon's
YEOMAN reveals too much
about his
master and then turns on him,
condemning the Canon for his fraudulent
practices.
The Canon YEOMAN's Tale:
The Canon's YEOMAN admits that
he has served the Canon for seven years
and knows a great deal about his
craft. He warns that anybody who
becomes involved with a canon will suffer
similar miseries: losing one's
wealth and esteem. He tells about the wicked
craft of alchemy from which
they try to gain wealth. He claims that there is
a canon of religion
of how an alchemist can defraud a person. He then begins
his tale of a
priest in London who was visited by a false canon who begged
for a loan.
Two days later he repays the loan and offers to show the priest
his
methods. The priest was blinded by his avarice. The canon tells
the
priest to have his servant fetch three ounces of quicksilver and
coal.
The canon claims that he can make the quicksilver into real silver.
The
canon contrived to make it appear to the priest that he had made
real
silver in his crucible. The priest unwittingly exchanged this
false
silver for money, which he gave to the canon, who made the
priest
promise never to reveal his methods. The Canon's YEOMAN ends his tale
with a warning that these
types of fraud will eventually be punished.
Analysis:
The actual profession of the Canon is that of an alchemist, a
profession
that relates to modern scientific pursuits but in Chaucer's time
was
endowed with mysterious connotations borne from fear and wonder.
The
YEOMAN regards the Canon as a
man of great powers, yet fears the
implications of his craft. The
YEOMAN is most assured when
he
tells of his masters' sins and deceptions, for it is here
that he can consign
the Canon to the status of mere charlatan.
The description of the Canon that his YEOMAN gives during his tale is
equivalent to
that of the devil. He deals in mystical and dark forces,
with references to
brimstone and fire, and serves the same purpose
as the devil incarnated in
several of the other tales,
tempting weak men to sin by appealing to their
weaknesses.
In this case, the Canon manipulates the priest's avarice.
The story serves as a confession for the Canon's YEOMAN, who admits
the sins that he and his
master have committed. By revealing his
master's professional practices he
asks for penance.>>
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Art
Neuendorffer