Facetiae. Musarum Deliciae: EpigramsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
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10. oldal
... hath clad him with , and then place this His change amongst their metamorphosis . To Mr. William Habbington on his Castara , a Poem . Thy muse is chaste and thy Castara too , " Tis strange at court , and thou hadst power to woo And to ...
... hath clad him with , and then place this His change amongst their metamorphosis . To Mr. William Habbington on his Castara , a Poem . Thy muse is chaste and thy Castara too , " Tis strange at court , and thou hadst power to woo And to ...
45. oldal
... hath such fiery holes , I thinke that Vulcan once there blow'd his coales . Sorte tua contentus . Bartus being bid to supper to a lord , Was marshall'd at the lower end of the boord , Who vext thereat ' mongst his comrades doth fret And ...
... hath such fiery holes , I thinke that Vulcan once there blow'd his coales . Sorte tua contentus . Bartus being bid to supper to a lord , Was marshall'd at the lower end of the boord , Who vext thereat ' mongst his comrades doth fret And ...
49. oldal
... hath sir - reverence learnt at school , That now sir - reverence Mopsus is a fool . Turpe lucrum Veneris . Will in a wilfull humour , needs would wed A wench of wonder , but without a stock , Whose fame no sooner through the street was ...
... hath sir - reverence learnt at school , That now sir - reverence Mopsus is a fool . Turpe lucrum Veneris . Will in a wilfull humour , needs would wed A wench of wonder , but without a stock , Whose fame no sooner through the street was ...
51. oldal
... hath , his onely heirs , But will by no means let them learn to write ; ' Cause , after his own humour , much he fears , They'l one day learn , love - letters to indite . The yongest now's with childe ; who taught her then , Or of her ...
... hath , his onely heirs , But will by no means let them learn to write ; ' Cause , after his own humour , much he fears , They'l one day learn , love - letters to indite . The yongest now's with childe ; who taught her then , Or of her ...
55. oldal
... hath the skill , To draw faire fooles to this fowle ill . On Panurgus . Panurgus pryes in high and low affairs , He talks of forraigne , and our civill state : But for his own , he neither counts nor cares ; That he refers to fortune ...
... hath the skill , To draw faire fooles to this fowle ill . On Panurgus . Panurgus pryes in high and low affairs , He talks of forraigne , and our civill state : But for his own , he neither counts nor cares ; That he refers to fortune ...
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467. 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.
407. oldal - Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
450. 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.
324. 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...
407. 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...
498. oldal - For want of a nail the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
408. oldal - 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.
406. 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...
315. 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...
26. oldal - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?