Facetiae. Musarum Deliciae: EpigramsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
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... heavens to allay the heat , Sent drops of raine , which gently beat , The sun retires , asham'd to see That he was barr'd from kissing thee ; Then Boreas took such high disdaine , That soon he dri'd those drops again . Ah cunning plot ...
... heavens to allay the heat , Sent drops of raine , which gently beat , The sun retires , asham'd to see That he was barr'd from kissing thee ; Then Boreas took such high disdaine , That soon he dri'd those drops again . Ah cunning plot ...
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... heavens , he smil'd , and to the gods thus sayd , Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far ? Loe in a fraile orbe , my works mated are , Hither the Syracusians art translates Heavens form , the course of things and humane fates , Th ...
... heavens , he smil'd , and to the gods thus sayd , Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far ? Loe in a fraile orbe , my works mated are , Hither the Syracusians art translates Heavens form , the course of things and humane fates , Th ...
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... back againe , Sick of a deadly wound . Oh heavens ! how wouldst thou use a heart That should rebellious be , When thou hast kill'd me with a dart , That so much honor'd thee ? On a charming beauty . I'le gaze no more on Epigrams . 21 17.
... back againe , Sick of a deadly wound . Oh heavens ! how wouldst thou use a heart That should rebellious be , When thou hast kill'd me with a dart , That so much honor'd thee ? On a charming beauty . I'le gaze no more on Epigrams . 21 17.
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... heavens ere this time had bin colored black . On a beloved lye . I hate a lye , and yet a lye did run Of noble Goring's death and Kensington , And for that they did not untimely dye , I love a lye , because that was a lye , For had it ...
... heavens ere this time had bin colored black . On a beloved lye . I hate a lye , and yet a lye did run Of noble Goring's death and Kensington , And for that they did not untimely dye , I love a lye , because that was a lye , For had it ...
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... Heaven went down from hence And we have had faire weather ever since . Vpon Thorough - good an unthrift . Thy sir name Thorough - good befitteth thee , Thou Thorough - good , and good goes thorough thee Nor thou in good , nor good in ...
... Heaven went down from hence And we have had faire weather ever since . Vpon Thorough - good an unthrift . Thy sir name Thorough - good befitteth thee , Thou Thorough - good , and good goes thorough thee Nor thou in good , nor good in ...
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Էջ 467 - 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. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Էջ 407 - Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Էջ 450 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Էջ 324 - Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well, nor full, nor fasting. Why so...
Էջ 407 - Her finger was so small the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring; It was too wide a peck: And to say truth (for out it must), It looked like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light...
Էջ 498 - For want of a nail the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
Էջ 408 - Compared to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly); But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
Էջ 406 - twould undo him Should he go still so drest. At Course-a-park, without all doubt, He should have first been taken out By all the maids i' th' town: Though lusty Roger there had been, Or little George upon the green, Or Vincent of the Crown. But wot you what? The youth was going To make an end of all his wooing; The parson for him...
Էջ 315 - I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish — no more. Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her...
Էջ 26 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?