The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling, 1. kötetF. & W. Kerslake, 1874 - 204 oldal |
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156. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
44. 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.
lxvi. oldal - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
36. oldal - T1s now, since I sat down before That foolish fort, a heart, (Time strangely spent !) a year and more, And still I did my part : Made my approaches, from her hand Unto her lip did rise ; And did already understand The language of her eyes : Proceeded on with no less art, (My tongue was engineer;) I thought to undermine the heart By whispering in the ear. When this did nothing, I brought down Great cannon-oaths, and shot A thousand thousand to the town, And still it yielded not.
58. oldal - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings, Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite...
10. oldal - He loved not the muses so well as his sport, And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit At bowls above all the trophies of wit; But Apollo was angry, and publicly said, 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon 's head.
17. oldal - OF thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white, To make up my delight : No odd becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats in faces ; Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of love for her I court ; I ask no more, 'Tis love in love that makes the sport. There's no such thing as that we beauty call, It is mere...
27. oldal - Hate, did once bespeak Three mates to play at barley-break ; Love Folly took ; and Reason, Fancy ; And Hate consorts with Pride ; so dance they. Love coupled last, and so it fell, That Love and Folly were in hell. They break, and Love would Reason meet, But Hate was nimbler on her feet ; Fancy looks for Pride, and thither Hies, and they two hug together : Yet this new coupling still doth tell, That Love and Folly were in hell.
44. oldal - 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...
37. oldal - To draw her out and from her strength, I drew all batteries in; And brought myself to lie at length As if no siege had been. When I had done what man could do And thought the place mine own, The enemy lay quiet too And smiled at all was done.