Musarum Deliciae: Or, the Muses Recreation, Contening Severall Pieces of Poetique Wit by Sr. J.M. and Ja : S. 1656, المجلد 2John Camden, 1817 |
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... I'le freely spend my thrice concocted blood . 37. A Gentleman to his love . Tell her I love , and if she aske how well ; Tell her my tongue told thee no tongue can tell . 38. Her answer . Say not you love , unlesse C 2 Epigrams . 19 A ...
... I'le freely spend my thrice concocted blood . 37. A Gentleman to his love . Tell her I love , and if she aske how well ; Tell her my tongue told thee no tongue can tell . 38. Her answer . Say not you love , unlesse C 2 Epigrams . 19 A ...
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... I'le reveale , Those houres of pleasure we do steale , No eye shall see , nor yet the sun Descrie what thee and I have done ; The God of love himself , whose dart Did first peirce mine , and next thy heart , He shall not know , that we ...
... I'le reveale , Those houres of pleasure we do steale , No eye shall see , nor yet the sun Descrie what thee and I have done ; The God of love himself , whose dart Did first peirce mine , and next thy heart , He shall not know , that we ...
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... I'le gaze no more on that bewitched face , Since ruin harbors there in every place , For my inchanted soul alike she drowns , With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns . I'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers , Which pleas'd ...
... I'le gaze no more on that bewitched face , Since ruin harbors there in every place , For my inchanted soul alike she drowns , With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns . I'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers , Which pleas'd ...
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... I'le overtake thee . 61. Equè facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris . I love not her , that at the first cries I , I love not her that doth me still deny , Be she too hard shee'll cause me to despaire , Be she too easie , shee's as ...
... I'le overtake thee . 61. Equè facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris . I love not her , that at the first cries I , I love not her that doth me still deny , Be she too hard shee'll cause me to despaire , Be she too easie , shee's as ...
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... I'le more esteem our Oate , whose reed shall make , An instrument to warble forth her praise , Which shall survive untill the date of daies , And eke invoke some potent power divine , To patronize her worth above the vine . 81. On a ...
... I'le more esteem our Oate , whose reed shall make , An instrument to warble forth her praise , Which shall survive untill the date of daies , And eke invoke some potent power divine , To patronize her worth above the vine . 81. On a ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 414 - 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.
الصفحة 472 - 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.
الصفحة 456 - 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.
الصفحة 413 - 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...
الصفحة 332 - 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...
الصفحة 412 - 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...
الصفحة 413 - 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.
الصفحة 414 - 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.
الصفحة 446 - Your banish'd servant trouble you ; For if I break, you may mistrust The vow I made — to love you too.
الصفحة 324 - 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...