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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viii. oldal
... Marriage of one Turbolt with Mrs. Hill 64. Barten Holiday to the Puritan on his Tech- PAGE 26 • 27 • 27 28 · 28 88888 29 29 29 18 nogamia · • 30 35. On Cælia . 19 65. In Meretrices • 30 36. A plain Sutor to his love · · 19 66. Quicquid ...
... Marriage of one Turbolt with Mrs. Hill 64. Barten Holiday to the Puritan on his Tech- PAGE 26 • 27 • 27 28 · 28 88888 29 29 29 18 nogamia · • 30 35. On Cælia . 19 65. In Meretrices • 30 36. A plain Sutor to his love · · 19 66. Quicquid ...
ix. oldal
... married an heire privately at the Tower . 40 97. A Gentlemans satis- faction for spitting in another mans face . 41 98. On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story . 41 99. On a faire Gentlewo- man whose name was Brown . 100. On the word ...
... married an heire privately at the Tower . 40 97. A Gentlemans satis- faction for spitting in another mans face . 41 98. On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story . 41 99. On a faire Gentlewo- man whose name was Brown . 100. On the word ...
xi. oldal
... married to an Old Woman . 289. On a changeable 84 Rayment 91 84 85 85 254. On a Fly in a glasse .. 255. On Collimus 256. To Loquax . 257. Good wits jump 258. On Womens Masks . 259. Of Sawcy the In- truder . 260. Vpon a pair of Tongs ...
... married to an Old Woman . 289. On a changeable 84 Rayment 91 84 85 85 254. On a Fly in a glasse .. 255. On Collimus 256. To Loquax . 257. Good wits jump 258. On Womens Masks . 259. Of Sawcy the In- truder . 260. Vpon a pair of Tongs ...
xv. oldal
... Marriage . 134 537. On Souldiers . 141 500. Vidua aurata 134 538. Drusius and Furio . 141 j01 . In Dol prægnantem 134 502. Timidos fortuna re- 539. On Cupid . . • 141 540. On Candidus 141 pellit . • · 134 541. On a Puritan 142 503 ...
... Marriage . 134 537. On Souldiers . 141 500. Vidua aurata 134 538. Drusius and Furio . 141 j01 . In Dol prægnantem 134 502. Timidos fortuna re- 539. On Cupid . . • 141 540. On Candidus 141 pellit . • · 134 541. On a Puritan 142 503 ...
xvi. oldal
... Marriage 148 602. Nullum stimulum 569. Vpon Sis 570. On Clym 148 ignaris • 148 603. In Richardum 571. On Gut 572. On Womens faults 573. To a Muck - worm 574. On Law 148 604. Non penna , sed 149 usus · 149 605. An absolute Gal- · 149 ...
... Marriage 148 602. Nullum stimulum 569. Vpon Sis 570. On Clym 148 ignaris • 148 603. In Richardum 571. On Gut 572. On Womens faults 573. To a Muck - worm 574. On Law 148 604. Non penna , sed 149 usus · 149 605. An absolute Gal- · 149 ...
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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...