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Pagina xii
... speak of him with pride , as their ancient and famous poet . An ingenious writer in the Quarterly Review , 2 had the good for- tune some years ago to meet with an aged female of the name of Dorothy King , whose mother had lived in ...
... speak of him with pride , as their ancient and famous poet . An ingenious writer in the Quarterly Review , 2 had the good for- tune some years ago to meet with an aged female of the name of Dorothy King , whose mother had lived in ...
Pagina 16
... speak , and would have been A telling what brave sights h'ad seen ; And had told all , but did refraine , Because his tongue was ty'd againe . EXPENCES EXHAUST . LIVE with a thrifty , not a needy fate ; Small shots paid often , waste a ...
... speak , and would have been A telling what brave sights h'ad seen ; And had told all , but did refraine , Because his tongue was ty'd againe . EXPENCES EXHAUST . LIVE with a thrifty , not a needy fate ; Small shots paid often , waste a ...
Pagina 20
... speak but little , ' cause I love so much . UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS MISTRESSES . I HAVE lost , and lately , these Many dainty mistresses : Stately Julia , prime of all ; Sapho next , a principall : Smooth Anthea , for a skin White , and ...
... speak but little , ' cause I love so much . UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS MISTRESSES . I HAVE lost , and lately , these Many dainty mistresses : Stately Julia , prime of all ; Sapho next , a principall : Smooth Anthea , for a skin White , and ...
Pagina 32
... speak . Give me a kisse , and to that kisse a score ; Then to that twenty , adde an hundred more : A thousand to that hundred ; so kisse on , To make that thousand up a million . Treble that million , and when that is done , Let's kisse ...
... speak . Give me a kisse , and to that kisse a score ; Then to that twenty , adde an hundred more : A thousand to that hundred ; so kisse on , To make that thousand up a million . Treble that million , and when that is done , Let's kisse ...
Pagina 52
... speak , if possible ; But do not so , for feare , lest he Sho'd by his breathing poyson thee . UPON CUFFE . EPIG . CUFFE comes to church much , but he keeps his bed Those Sundayes onely when as briefs are read ; This makes Cuffe dull ...
... speak , if possible ; But do not so , for feare , lest he Sho'd by his breathing poyson thee . UPON CUFFE . EPIG . CUFFE comes to church much , but he keeps his bed Those Sundayes onely when as briefs are read ; This makes Cuffe dull ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
agen ANTHEA blesse blush brave breath brest canst chaste cheek Chor christall co'd cowslips creame CROSSE AND PILE crown'd dainty dayes dead Dean Prior do's doth eares EPIG eternall eyes faire fate feare feast fire flame flie flowers flowrie frankincense give grace griefe haire hand heart Herrick Hesperides honour Hymen I'le JOHN SELDEN Jove Julia keep kings kisse lady lillies lips live look love's Lycidas maids Mirt mirth mirtle MISTRESSE ne'r night numbers o're once pearle perfume Perilla pitty poet poetry poore PRINCE ravisht ROBERT HERRICK roses Saint shew shine sho'd sing sleep smell smile soft spring St John's College stay storax sweet teares tell thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt tongue tree turn'd twas twill unto verse Vertue virgins wassails we'l weep wine wo'd y'are yeere you'l
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Pagina 175 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Pagina 114 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Pagina 247 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Pagina 150 - Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
Pagina 25 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Pagina 218 - THE MAD MAID'S SONG. Good morrow to the day so fair ; Good morning, sir, to you ; Good morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled with the dew. Good morning to this primrose too ; Good morrow to each maid ; That will with flowers the tomb bestrew Wherein my Love is laid. Ah ! woe is me, woe, woe is me, Alack and well-a-day ! For pity, sir, find out that bee, Which bore my Love away. I'll seek him in your bonnet brave ; I'll seek him in your eyes ; Nay, now I think they've made his grave I' th
Pagina 152 - TO MEADOWS YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers, And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours.
Pagina 115 - And neerer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, goe marry ; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Pagina 19 - cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You blame me too, because I can't devise Some sport to please those babies...
Pagina 98 - The staffe, the elme, the prop, the shelt'ring wall, Whereon my vine did crawle, Now, now blowne downe ; needs must the old stock fall.