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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xxiv. oldal
... true 300 293 This is love and worth commending . 300 Riddles · 301 294 The Church Papist A doubtfull meaning . • 301 294 The declining of a Gal- " " Rebus , To a Cross The Sun arose , 303 lant 294 & c . 304 True love is a pretious ...
... true 300 293 This is love and worth commending . 300 Riddles · 301 294 The Church Papist A doubtfull meaning . • 301 294 The declining of a Gal- " " Rebus , To a Cross The Sun arose , 303 lant 294 & c . 304 True love is a pretious ...
xxv. oldal
... True love is a pretious pleasure · Fancy , These may be 99 read two or PAGE 304 three wayes . . 305 These may be read backward A Watch sent to a Gentle- woman . On a Fairing Posies for Rings With a ring to Julia True Beauty . PAGE • 318 ...
... True love is a pretious pleasure · Fancy , These may be 99 read two or PAGE 304 three wayes . . 305 These may be read backward A Watch sent to a Gentle- woman . On a Fairing Posies for Rings With a ring to Julia True Beauty . PAGE • 318 ...
21. oldal
... true , Rip up my heart oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there . 43. Tempus edax rerum . The sweetest flower in the summers prime , By all agreement is the damaske rose , Which if it grow , and be not pluck'd in time , She ...
... true , Rip up my heart oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there . 43. Tempus edax rerum . The sweetest flower in the summers prime , By all agreement is the damaske rose , Which if it grow , and be not pluck'd in time , She ...
27. oldal
... true and faire . 58. On the Queene of Bohemia . You meaner Beauties of the night , Which poorely satisfie our eyes ; More by your number then your light ; The common people of the skies : What are ye when the moon shall rise ? You ...
... true and faire . 58. On the Queene of Bohemia . You meaner Beauties of the night , Which poorely satisfie our eyes ; More by your number then your light ; The common people of the skies : What are ye when the moon shall rise ? You ...
35. oldal
... true For they are neer their death , and crave but due . 82. On a valiant Souldier . A Spanish Souldier in the Indian warre Who oft came off with honor and some scar , After a teadious battle , when they were Enforc'd for want of ...
... true For they are neer their death , and crave but due . 82. On a valiant Souldier . A Spanish Souldier in the Indian warre Who oft came off with honor and some scar , After a teadious battle , when they were Enforc'd for want of ...
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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...