The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ...Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... things out - spue As his own things : and they're his own , ' tis true , For if one eat my meat , though it be known The meat was mine , th ' excrement is his own . But thefe do me no harm , nor they which use To out - do dildoes and ...
... things out - spue As his own things : and they're his own , ' tis true , For if one eat my meat , though it be known The meat was mine , th ' excrement is his own . But thefe do me no harm , nor they which use To out - do dildoes and ...
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... things out - fpue As his own things : and they're his own , ' tis true , For if one eat my meat , though it be known The meat was mine , th ' excrement is his own . But thefe do me no harm , nor they which use To out - do dildoes and ...
... things out - fpue As his own things : and they're his own , ' tis true , For if one eat my meat , though it be known The meat was mine , th ' excrement is his own . But thefe do me no harm , nor they which use To out - do dildoes and ...
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... things as he ) Ran from thence with fuch or more hafte than one Who fears more actions doth hafte from prison . At home in wholefome folitarinefs My piteous foul began the wretchedness Of fuiters at court to mourn , and a trance Like ...
... things as he ) Ran from thence with fuch or more hafte than one Who fears more actions doth hafte from prison . At home in wholefome folitarinefs My piteous foul began the wretchedness Of fuiters at court to mourn , and a trance Like ...
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... things be in all , As I think , fince all which were , are , and shall Be , be made of the fame elements , Lach thing , each thing implies or represents ; Then man is a world , in which officers Are the vast ravishing feas , and fuiters ...
... things be in all , As I think , fince all which were , are , and shall Be , be made of the fame elements , Lach thing , each thing implies or represents ; Then man is a world , in which officers Are the vast ravishing feas , and fuiters ...
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... thing affection O Tak'ft warmth enough , and from thine eye All leffer birds will take their jollity . Up , up , fair ... things which are but once an difunite ; You're twice infeparable , great , and one . Go then to where the Bishop ...
... thing affection O Tak'ft warmth enough , and from thine eye All leffer birds will take their jollity . Up , up , fair ... things which are but once an difunite ; You're twice infeparable , great , and one . Go then to where the Bishop ...
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Seite 537 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 536 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Seite 590 - IF I freely may discover What would please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of court than city ; A little proud, but full of pity ; Light and humorous in her toying ; Oft...
Seite 533 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Seite 33 - When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learned that womanhead To be to more than one a bed), And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone...
Seite 543 - No, Both wills were in one stature ; And as that wisdom had decreed, The Word was now made Flesh indeed, And took on him our nature. What comfort by Him do we win, Who made Himself the price of sin, To make us heirs of Glory ! To see this babe, all innocence, A martyr born in our defence : Can man forget this...
Seite 590 - Though I am young and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet, I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts : And then again, I have been told, Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold ; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up or fall ; Or to our end, like way may have By...
Seite 30 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Seite 23 - Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys and sour prentices; Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Seite 518 - Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace; and, asked, say: Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry...