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Facetiae. Musarum Deliciae: Or, the Muses Recreation. Conteining Severall ...
Colonel James Smith,Thomas Park,Edward Du Bois
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016
Facetiae. Musarum Deliciae: Or, the Muses Recreation. Containing ..., Band 2
John Mennes,James Smith, 197,Thomas Park
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...