Musarum Deliciae: Or, the Muses Recreation, Contening Severall Pieces of Poetique Wit by Sr. J.M. and Ja : S. 1656, 2. kötetJohn Camden, 1817 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 30 találatból.
30. oldal
... dost thou endure my name , Because the Church doth like the same , A name more awfull to the puritane Then Talbot unto France , or Drake to Spaine . 65. In Meretrices . The law hangs theeves for their unlawfull stealing , The law carts ...
... dost thou endure my name , Because the Church doth like the same , A name more awfull to the puritane Then Talbot unto France , or Drake to Spaine . 65. In Meretrices . The law hangs theeves for their unlawfull stealing , The law carts ...
33. oldal
... Dost think the world deem's thee a great one for't ? Ah no ! thou art mistaken Paulus , know Dwarfs still as pages unto giants goe . 75. On a cowardly Souldier . Strotzo doth weare no ring upon his hand , Although he be a man of great ...
... Dost think the world deem's thee a great one for't ? Ah no ! thou art mistaken Paulus , know Dwarfs still as pages unto giants goe . 75. On a cowardly Souldier . Strotzo doth weare no ring upon his hand , Although he be a man of great ...
37. oldal
... dost call , Yet if the thing thou wilt consider well , Thou wilt thy malice , and this rage expell , For when the three were all alike ' t should seem Thy stars gave thee the Cuckolds anadem , If thou wert born to be a wittoll , can Thy ...
... dost call , Yet if the thing thou wilt consider well , Thou wilt thy malice , and this rage expell , For when the three were all alike ' t should seem Thy stars gave thee the Cuckolds anadem , If thou wert born to be a wittoll , can Thy ...
38. oldal
... dost cry , Yet know'st not when ' tis right or when awry Thou know'st great Ovids censure to abstaine From pleasing good , is vertue's chiefest aime . 90. Of one praising my book . Harpax doth praise my book I lately writ , Saith it is ...
... dost cry , Yet know'st not when ' tis right or when awry Thou know'st great Ovids censure to abstaine From pleasing good , is vertue's chiefest aime . 90. Of one praising my book . Harpax doth praise my book I lately writ , Saith it is ...
65. oldal
... dost prefer , view both the cities ods , Thou'lt say that men built Rome , Venice , the gods . 174. To a Lady that every morning used to paint her face . Preserve what nature gave you , nought's more base , Then Belgian colour on a ...
... dost prefer , view both the cities ods , Thou'lt say that men built Rome , Venice , the gods . 174. To a Lady that every morning used to paint her face . Preserve what nature gave you , nought's more base , Then Belgian colour on a ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
agen alwayes ask'd asses eares beauty brest Cacus Charidemus costive cryes Cuckold Cupid dare dayes dead death Devill Dick dost doth drink Drusius dy'd e're ears eyes face faire fart fate feare Fencer fire fool Fulia gallant Gentleman give goes Gout grace hand hath head heart heaven hee'l I'le kisse knave Lady liv'd live lov'd lyes maid Mistresse Momus Mopsus Muses ne'r never night nose nought Ovid Phaulo Physitian Plutus Poet poor praise pray Priscus quoth rich rime Sack saith sayes selfe shew sing Sith Skrew soul Souldier speak stay strange sunne sure swears sweet tears tell th'art th'other thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue true turn'd twas twill unto verse Vertue vext Vpon weare weep Welshman wife wine wise woman women wouldst young
Népszerű szakaszok
414. oldal - Her lips were red; and one was thin 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.
472. oldal - 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.
456. oldal - 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.
413. oldal - 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...
332. oldal - 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...
412. oldal - 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...
413. oldal - Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light. But oh ! she dances such a way, No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
414. oldal - Her lips were red, and one was thin ; 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.
446. oldal - Your banish'd servant trouble you ; For if I break, you may mistrust The vow I made — to love you too.
324. oldal - 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...