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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ix. oldal
... praising my book 91. On Women . • 38 nus . · 38 92. On Tobacco 38 114. On Venus and Vul- can . PAGE 47 115. Sorte tua contentus . 47 116. Fervent perjuria fur- 117. Virescit vulnere Ve- • 118. On a rich country Gentleman • 93. On a ...
... praising my book 91. On Women . • 38 nus . · 38 92. On Tobacco 38 114. On Venus and Vul- can . PAGE 47 115. Sorte tua contentus . 47 116. Fervent perjuria fur- 117. Virescit vulnere Ve- • 118. On a rich country Gentleman • 93. On a ...
xxvi. oldal
... Praise of Wales • Hur in Love . Of Melancholy . On the letter O Pure Nonsence . and Reply .454-45 On the French English Ape . .455-45 · · On a Brede of divers colours , woven by four Maids of Honour On deaf Small , the Ale- wife . • On ...
... Praise of Wales • Hur in Love . Of Melancholy . On the letter O Pure Nonsence . and Reply .454-45 On the French English Ape . .455-45 · · On a Brede of divers colours , woven by four Maids of Honour On deaf Small , the Ale- wife . • On ...
7. oldal
... may bee Sold , though not lik'd , by a neate fallacy ; That's all I aske yet ' twill your goodnes raise If as I gaine your coyn , he may your praise . EPIGRAMS . I. On Battus . I Pray thee Battus The Stationer to the Reader PAGE 3557.
... may bee Sold , though not lik'd , by a neate fallacy ; That's all I aske yet ' twill your goodnes raise If as I gaine your coyn , he may your praise . EPIGRAMS . I. On Battus . I Pray thee Battus The Stationer to the Reader PAGE 3557.
11. oldal
... praise , ' Cause our encomion's will but blast thy Bayes , Which envy could not , that thou didst so well ; Let thine own histories prove thy Chronicle . 10. To Mr. Thomas Randolph , Thou darling of the Muses for we may Be thought ...
... praise , ' Cause our encomion's will but blast thy Bayes , Which envy could not , that thou didst so well ; Let thine own histories prove thy Chronicle . 10. To Mr. Thomas Randolph , Thou darling of the Muses for we may Be thought ...
14. oldal
... men condemn , what he praise worthy deems , Yet this his wisdome and his book prefer , Disprais'd by all , they think both singular . 24 . The Devill and the Fryar . The Devill 14 Epigrams . On a dying Usurer On Sextus.
... men condemn , what he praise worthy deems , Yet this his wisdome and his book prefer , Disprais'd by all , they think both singular . 24 . The Devill and the Fryar . The Devill 14 Epigrams . On a dying Usurer On Sextus.
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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...