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 35 találatból.
viii. oldal
... Soul- 22 46. In Mincam 48. To his Mrs. 23 23 23 certus • • · · • · • · · 24 mens 24 25 sum • • 25 45. On a charming beauty 47. Clericus absque libro 49. Umbras non metuit 50. On women 51. Women are shadowes . 52. To his mistrisse 53. In ...
... Soul- 22 46. In Mincam 48. To his Mrs. 23 23 23 certus • • · · • · • · · 24 mens 24 25 sum • • 25 45. On a charming beauty 47. Clericus absque libro 49. Umbras non metuit 50. On women 51. Women are shadowes . 52. To his mistrisse 53. In ...
xi. oldal
... Soul- 78 diers 86 262. On Momus . .86 78 263. Woman . 86 • • 79 264. Clytus cunning 86 79 265. Rich promises . 86 79 266. On Comptulus 86 267. On Gellius . 87 230. Of Marcus 268. To Pontus . 87 231. Of a Thief 269. Balbus 87 232. Of ...
... Soul- 78 diers 86 262. On Momus . .86 78 263. Woman . 86 • • 79 264. Clytus cunning 86 79 265. Rich promises . 86 79 266. On Comptulus 86 267. On Gellius . 87 230. Of Marcus 268. To Pontus . 87 231. Of a Thief 269. Balbus 87 232. Of ...
xvi. oldal
... Soul- 616. Anger · dier · 151 585. Vpon the Asse 586. On Hypocrisie 587. Dæmonum men 617. Vpon Gellia · 151 · 152 certa- 618. On an inconstant Mistresse 619. In Lesbiam • • • 152 620. In Paulinum · 588. On Love • 152 621. On Zeno 589 ...
... Soul- 616. Anger · dier · 151 585. Vpon the Asse 586. On Hypocrisie 587. Dæmonum men 617. Vpon Gellia · 151 · 152 certa- 618. On an inconstant Mistresse 619. In Lesbiam • • • 152 620. In Paulinum · 588. On Love • 152 621. On Zeno 589 ...
14. oldal
... Souls such utterance , but I wrong , To think ' twas learnt from any but thy tongue . 21. On a dying Usurer . With greater grief non doth death entertain , Then wretched Chrysalus , he sighs a mayn , Not that he dyes , but ' cause much ...
... Souls such utterance , but I wrong , To think ' twas learnt from any but thy tongue . 21. On a dying Usurer . With greater grief non doth death entertain , Then wretched Chrysalus , he sighs a mayn , Not that he dyes , but ' cause much ...
15. oldal
... soul , cheated the buyer , The devill was promist if he would supply The Fryar with coyn at his necessity , When all the debts he ow'd discharg'd were quite , The Devill should have his soul as his by right . The Devill defray'd all ...
... soul , cheated the buyer , The devill was promist if he would supply The Fryar with coyn at his necessity , When all the debts he ow'd discharg'd were quite , The Devill should have his soul as his by right . The Devill defray'd all ...
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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...