Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books, Band 2F. C. & J. Rivington, 1807 |
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... true sighs alone . Then let me sigh , and sighing weepe , Till night beguiles my woes with sleepe . From the Raging Turke , or Bajazet the Second , by Thomas Goffe . 1631 . SONG . SONG . Though little be the God of Love , 12 OLD SONGS .
... true sighs alone . Then let me sigh , and sighing weepe , Till night beguiles my woes with sleepe . From the Raging Turke , or Bajazet the Second , by Thomas Goffe . 1631 . SONG . SONG . Though little be the God of Love , 12 OLD SONGS .
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... true , That sendeth love to you to you ; And when you heare her kinde reply , Returne with pleasant warblings . From the Fayre Maide of the Exchange . 1615 . SONG . Goe walke the path of plaint ; goe wander wretched now In uncoth waies ...
... true , That sendeth love to you to you ; And when you heare her kinde reply , Returne with pleasant warblings . From the Fayre Maide of the Exchange . 1615 . SONG . Goe walke the path of plaint ; goe wander wretched now In uncoth waies ...
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... true love can provoke , Of horehound store , and poysoning elebore , With the polipode of the oake ; Heres chast vervine , and lustful eringo , Health preserving sage , And rue which cures old age , With a world of others , Making ...
... true love can provoke , Of horehound store , and poysoning elebore , With the polipode of the oake ; Heres chast vervine , and lustful eringo , Health preserving sage , And rue which cures old age , With a world of others , Making ...
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... true presented grace , In Thetis myrrhour , on this orbe appeares , In worth excelling as extoll'd in place : Like the rich Croisade on th ' imperiall ball , As much adorning as surmounting all . Bounded within the watry firmament ...
... true presented grace , In Thetis myrrhour , on this orbe appeares , In worth excelling as extoll'd in place : Like the rich Croisade on th ' imperiall ball , As much adorning as surmounting all . Bounded within the watry firmament ...
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... true ensigne of th ' Almighties loue , Liuely displayed in the cloudy skye , The gazers eye astonished doth moue To wonder at such strange varietie : Rain - bow , resembling London , Englands blisse , The heau'ns great mercy , and ...
... true ensigne of th ' Almighties loue , Liuely displayed in the cloudy skye , The gazers eye astonished doth moue To wonder at such strange varietie : Rain - bow , resembling London , Englands blisse , The heau'ns great mercy , and ...
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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.