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  • verb obsolete To burst.


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  • And when he had sayde so, he laied him downe vpon his breste at the side of the graue, and thrusting his feete in before, he went downe.

    The Palace of Pleasure, Volume 1

  • Yatte I on Birtha's breste maie thynke of warre ne more.

    The Rowley Poems

  • Her breste more white than snow in feeldes that lyene,

    The Rowley Poems

  • On the breste or fore part thereof must be made, with needlework, two heads; on the head of the right side must be a hat, and a long beard, -- the left head must have on

    Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2)

  • Tak a pound of rys les hem wel and wasch and seth tyl they breste and lat hem kele and do ther'to mylk of to pound of Almandys nym the

    The Forme of Cury A Roll of Ancient English Cookery Compiled, about A.D. 1390

  • Tak Rys and les hem and wasch hem clene and seth hem tyl they breste and than lat hem kele and seth cast ther'to Almand mylk and colour it wyth safroun and boyle it and messe yt forth.

    The Forme of Cury A Roll of Ancient English Cookery Compiled, about A.D. 1390

  • But how is it callyd oure ladyes mylke that came neuer owt of her breste?

    The Pilgrimage of Pure Devotion

  • _ Yes it came owt at her breste, but perauenture it light apon the stone that he whiche sukkyd knelyd apon, and ther was receyuyd, and so is encreasyd, & by ye wyll of god is so multyplyed.

    The Pilgrimage of Pure Devotion

  • “But she is innosente for me: and I don’t knowe how thatt came about neither; for wee were oute one moonelighte nighte in the garden, walking aboute, and afterwards tooke a napp of two houres, as I beliefe, in the summer-house in the littel gardin, being over-powered with sleepe; for I woulde make her lay her head uppon my breste, till before we were awar, wee felle asleepe.


  • Of me alone they askyd althynges, as who shuld say my sone were alway a babe, because he is so faynyd and payntyd apõ my breste, that yet he wold be at my commaundemêt and durst nat denye my petycyon, dredynge that if he denye my petycyon, | | that I shuld denye hym my teate whan he is a thurst: and very oft thay requyre that of me, whiche a shamfast yongman dare scantly aske of a Bawde, yee they be suche thynges as I am ashamyd to put in wrytynge.

    The Pilgrimage of Pure Devotion


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