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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13. oldal
... e're the Muses did admire that well Of Hellicon , as elder times do tell , I dare presume to say upon my word , They much more pleasure take in thee , rare Ford . 19. To Mr. Thomas Heywood . Thou hast writ much and art admir'd by those ...
... e're the Muses did admire that well Of Hellicon , as elder times do tell , I dare presume to say upon my word , They much more pleasure take in thee , rare Ford . 19. To Mr. Thomas Heywood . Thou hast writ much and art admir'd by those ...
31. oldal
... e're they love , ' Twill come , they in a lock'd chest keep a Jove . 67. A poore Peasant . A poore man being sent for to the King , Began to covet much a certaine thing Before he went : being but an Iron naile , His friend did aske him ...
... e're they love , ' Twill come , they in a lock'd chest keep a Jove . 67. A poore Peasant . A poore man being sent for to the King , Began to covet much a certaine thing Before he went : being but an Iron naile , His friend did aske him ...
34. oldal
... e're you sing loth to depart , Tell who shall be my second wife , and I After your death will wed her instantly , She somewhat vext hereat , straightway replide . Then let grim Pluto's daughter be your bride . He answer'd wife I would ...
... e're you sing loth to depart , Tell who shall be my second wife , and I After your death will wed her instantly , She somewhat vext hereat , straightway replide . Then let grim Pluto's daughter be your bride . He answer'd wife I would ...
37. oldal
... e're to his hands appeare , Linus reply'd , Ile with thee then , for I Would have my lands ensur'd to me in fee Which otherwise I doubt , I never shall From debt and morgage ere redeem at all . 88. On Clodius Albinus . Clodius great ...
... e're to his hands appeare , Linus reply'd , Ile with thee then , for I Would have my lands ensur'd to me in fee Which otherwise I doubt , I never shall From debt and morgage ere redeem at all . 88. On Clodius Albinus . Clodius great ...
51. oldal
... e're he means to speak , Before it sir - reverence the way must break : Such manners hath sir - reverence learnt at school , That now sir - reverence Mopsus is a fool . 133. Turpe lucrum Veneris . Will in a wilfull humour , needs would ...
... e're he means to speak , Before it sir - reverence the way must break : Such manners hath sir - reverence learnt at school , That now sir - reverence Mopsus is a fool . 133. Turpe lucrum Veneris . Will in a wilfull humour , needs would ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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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...