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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... unto thy altar and ton 291 thy lawes 295 " 9 On Captaine To a deserving friend 295 John Came- age 99 dall 291 291 " " Christopher Lin- John Rysden . 292 You have the substance and I live . A lovers departure A pretty petty parley about ...
... unto thy altar and ton 291 thy lawes 295 " 9 On Captaine To a deserving friend 295 John Came- age 99 dall 291 291 " " Christopher Lin- John Rysden . 292 You have the substance and I live . A lovers departure A pretty petty parley about ...
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... unto thy store This booke of mine to make thy number more ; It is well bound , well printed , neatly strung , And doth deserve to have a place among Th ' inhabitants of thy Vatican , if thou Wilt so much favor to its worth allow . 2 ...
... unto thy store This booke of mine to make thy number more ; It is well bound , well printed , neatly strung , And doth deserve to have a place among Th ' inhabitants of thy Vatican , if thou Wilt so much favor to its worth allow . 2 ...
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... unto the hill , The Muses did assign thee , and think't fit Thy younger yeares should have the elder - wit . II . Man . Man's like the earth , his Epigrams . II Benjamin Johnson To Mr George Chap- thers To Mr Thomas Mid- ΙΟ II dleton.
... unto the hill , The Muses did assign thee , and think't fit Thy younger yeares should have the elder - wit . II . Man . Man's like the earth , his Epigrams . II Benjamin Johnson To Mr George Chap- thers To Mr Thomas Mid- ΙΟ II dleton.
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... unto you , why do you trouble me ? 25 % On Wine . What ? must we then on muddy tap - lash swill , Neglecting sack ? which makes the poet's quill To thunder forth high raptures , such as when Sweet - tongued Ovid erst with his smooth pen ...
... unto you , why do you trouble me ? 25 % On Wine . What ? must we then on muddy tap - lash swill , Neglecting sack ? which makes the poet's quill To thunder forth high raptures , such as when Sweet - tongued Ovid erst with his smooth pen ...
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... unto all worm - eating time give place : Oh let not things of worth , for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse . 44 . To his Mrs. Thou send'st to me a Epigrams . 21 To his Tempus edax rerum Atheists pastimes On Paulus To his.
... unto all worm - eating time give place : Oh let not things of worth , for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse . 44 . To his Mrs. Thou send'st to me a Epigrams . 21 To his Tempus edax rerum Atheists pastimes On Paulus To his.
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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...