Facetiae. Musarum Deliciae: EpigramsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
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... , phisians doubt What caus'd my death , and they to view Of all the judgements that are true , Rip up my heart , oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there . Tempus edax rerum . The sweetest flower in the summers 20 Epigrams .
... , phisians doubt What caus'd my death , and they to view Of all the judgements that are true , Rip up my heart , oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there . Tempus edax rerum . The sweetest flower in the summers 20 Epigrams .
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... true and faire . 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 you , when the moon shall rise ? You ...
... true and faire . 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 you , when the moon shall rise ? You ...
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... true For they are neer their death , and crave but due . On a valiant Souldier . A Spanish Souldier in the Indian warre Who oft came off with honour , and some scarre , After a tedious battell , when they were Enforc'd for want of ...
... true For they are neer their death , and crave but due . On a valiant Souldier . A Spanish Souldier in the Indian warre Who oft came off with honour , and some scarre , After a tedious battell , when they were Enforc'd for want of ...
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... true . On a fiddle - sticke . Am I an instrument to make you sport , A Fiddle stick I am , ye shan't report That ere ye hand'led me in such a case ; To make me strike up fiddles mean and base , Nay , you shall never bend me to your bow ...
... true . On a fiddle - sticke . Am I an instrument to make you sport , A Fiddle stick I am , ye shan't report That ere ye hand'led me in such a case ; To make me strike up fiddles mean and base , Nay , you shall never bend me to your bow ...
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... true content , I thinke not so : If woe in wooers be , that women court , As the word woe in wooers doth import : And woe in women too , that courted be , As the word woe in women we do see . I thinke ' tis better lead a single life ...
... true content , I thinke not so : If woe in wooers be , that women court , As the word woe in wooers doth import : And woe in women too , that courted be , As the word woe in women we do see . I thinke ' tis better lead a single life ...
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الصفحة 467 - 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 407 - 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.
الصفحة 450 - 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 324 - 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 407 - 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 498 - 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.
الصفحة 408 - 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 406 - 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 315 - 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...
الصفحة 26 - 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?