Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books, Band 2F. C. & J. Rivington, 1807 |
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... faire and wittie , Savouring more of Court than Cittie ; A little proude , but full of pittie , Light and humourous in her toying ; Oft building hopes , and soone destroying , Long but sweete in the enjoying ; Neither too easie nor too ...
... faire and wittie , Savouring more of Court than Cittie ; A little proude , but full of pittie , Light and humourous in her toying ; Oft building hopes , and soone destroying , Long but sweete in the enjoying ; Neither too easie nor too ...
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... Faire and fayre , and twise so faire , As fayre as any may be ; The fayrest sheepeherd on our greene , A love for anie ladie . PARIS . Faire and faire , and twise so fayre , As fayre as anie may bee ; Thy love is fayre for thee alone ...
... Faire and fayre , and twise so faire , As fayre as any may be ; The fayrest sheepeherd on our greene , A love for anie ladie . PARIS . Faire and faire , and twise so fayre , As fayre as anie may bee ; Thy love is fayre for thee alone ...
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... faire , Thy necke a necke of land ; At natures giftes that are so rare , All men amazed do stand . But to the cleerer judgment , those Are but a womans necke and nose . For foure lines in passion I can dye , As is the lovers guise , And ...
... faire , Thy necke a necke of land ; At natures giftes that are so rare , All men amazed do stand . But to the cleerer judgment , those Are but a womans necke and nose . For foure lines in passion I can dye , As is the lovers guise , And ...
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... faire , In swiftest streams doth most himself bestowe , The Shad and Tweat do rather like the laire Of brackish waves , where it doth ebb and flow , And thither also doth the Flock repaire , And flat upon the bottome lieth low . The ...
... faire , In swiftest streams doth most himself bestowe , The Shad and Tweat do rather like the laire Of brackish waves , where it doth ebb and flow , And thither also doth the Flock repaire , And flat upon the bottome lieth low . The ...
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... , Within whose gates all joyes were once abounding , Faire Ilions teares whose deepe laments may stir A flintie hart unto a sigh - resounding . Yet for hirselfe doth Ilion not mone , But for 4 Yet RICHARD BARNFIELD . 71.
... , Within whose gates all joyes were once abounding , Faire Ilions teares whose deepe laments may stir A flintie hart unto a sigh - resounding . Yet for hirselfe doth Ilion not mone , But for 4 Yet RICHARD BARNFIELD . 71.
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Seite 128 - Quicquid agunt homines, votum, timor, ira, voluptas, Gaudia, discursus, nostri farrago libelli est.
Seite 363 - Yok'd with a slow-foot ox on fallow field, Can right areed how handsomely besets Dull spondees with the English dactylets. If Jove speak English in a thundring cloud, " Thwick thwack," and " riff raff," roars he out aloud. Fie on the forged mint that did create New coin of words never articulate.
Seite 120 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite 37 - Then, nymphs, take vantage while ye may; And this is Love, as I hear say. Yet what is Love, good shepherd, show? , A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe, And he that proves shall find it so; And shepherd, this is Love, I trow.
Seite 79 - ... plains? Ah, sweet Content, where dost thou safely rest ? In heaven, with Angels which the praises sing Of Him that made and rules at his behest The minds and hearts of every living thing ? Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold ? Is it in churches with religious men Which please the gods with prayers manifold, And in their studies meditate it then ? Whether thou dost in heaven or earth appear, Be where thou wilt, thou wilt not harbour here.
Seite 191 - WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy ; When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me, He was glad, I was woe, Fortune changed made him so, When he left his pretty boy Last his sorrow, first his joy.
Seite 318 - Languages. With Arguments of Bookes and Chapters, Annotations and other necessarie Helpes for the better understanding of the Text, and specially for the Discoverie of the Corruptions of divers late Translations, and for cleering the Controversies in Religion of these Daies.
Seite 122 - Even on the brink I hear him sing; If so I meditate alone, He will be partner of my moan; If so I mourn, he weeps with me, And where I am there will he be.
Seite 121 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin, Alas ! what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou...
Seite 121 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.