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Pagina 17
... excellent Tragedy of SFORZA , Duke of Milan , by Robert Gomersall . 1633 . SONG . Come ye young men , come along , With your musique , dance and song , VOL . II . C Bring Bring your lasses in your hands , For tis that OLD SONGS . 17.
... excellent Tragedy of SFORZA , Duke of Milan , by Robert Gomersall . 1633 . SONG . Come ye young men , come along , With your musique , dance and song , VOL . II . C Bring Bring your lasses in your hands , For tis that OLD SONGS . 17.
Pagina 35
... excellent and delectable Treatise , intitulit Philotus . Edinburgh . 1612 . SONG . Weepe , weepe , ye wod - men waile , Your hands with sorrow wring , Your master Robin Hood lies deade , Therefore sigh as you sing . Here lies his primer ...
... excellent and delectable Treatise , intitulit Philotus . Edinburgh . 1612 . SONG . Weepe , weepe , ye wod - men waile , Your hands with sorrow wring , Your master Robin Hood lies deade , Therefore sigh as you sing . Here lies his primer ...
Pagina 118
... excellent lines . ( 6 ) Lurking - lounging . ( 7 ) Lights . Here also are four very spirited and forcible lines . - Lights evidently means the lights or powers of the mind . ( 8 ) Flings here means kicks or resents . It would not be ...
... excellent lines . ( 6 ) Lurking - lounging . ( 7 ) Lights . Here also are four very spirited and forcible lines . - Lights evidently means the lights or powers of the mind . ( 8 ) Flings here means kicks or resents . It would not be ...
Pagina 127
... excellent ; But striving still to make his credit stronger , The taylor will not trust him any longer . EPIG . 32 . Persuade not Romulus to take a wife , Who is to wedlock sworne an enemie , And ever vowes to lead a single life , Which ...
... excellent ; But striving still to make his credit stronger , The taylor will not trust him any longer . EPIG . 32 . Persuade not Romulus to take a wife , Who is to wedlock sworne an enemie , And ever vowes to lead a single life , Which ...
Pagina 131
... excellent Epi- grammatist , Mr. John Owen , and other rare Authors . With two Epistles of that excellently wittie Doctor Francis Rablais . Translated out of his French at large . All of them composed and done at Harbor - grace , in ...
... excellent Epi- grammatist , Mr. John Owen , and other rare Authors . With two Epistles of that excellently wittie Doctor Francis Rablais . Translated out of his French at large . All of them composed and done at Harbor - grace , in ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 128 - Quicquid agunt homines, votum, timor, ira, voluptas, Gaudia, discursus, nostri farrago libelli est.
Pagina 363 - Yok'd with a slow-foot ox on fallow field, Can right areed how handsomely besets Dull spondees with the English dactylets. If Jove speak English in a thundring cloud, " Thwick thwack," and " riff raff," roars he out aloud. Fie on the forged mint that did create New coin of words never articulate.
Pagina 120 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Pagina 37 - Then, nymphs, take vantage while ye may; And this is Love, as I hear say. Yet what is Love, good shepherd, show? , A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe, And he that proves shall find it so; And shepherd, this is Love, I trow.
Pagina 79 - ... plains? Ah, sweet Content, where dost thou safely rest ? In heaven, with Angels which the praises sing Of Him that made and rules at his behest The minds and hearts of every living thing ? Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold ? Is it in churches with religious men Which please the gods with prayers manifold, And in their studies meditate it then ? Whether thou dost in heaven or earth appear, Be where thou wilt, thou wilt not harbour here.
Pagina 191 - WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy ; When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me, He was glad, I was woe, Fortune changed made him so, When he left his pretty boy Last his sorrow, first his joy.
Pagina 318 - Languages. With Arguments of Bookes and Chapters, Annotations and other necessarie Helpes for the better understanding of the Text, and specially for the Discoverie of the Corruptions of divers late Translations, and for cleering the Controversies in Religion of these Daies.
Pagina 122 - Even on the brink I hear him sing; If so I meditate alone, He will be partner of my moan; If so I mourn, he weeps with me, And where I am there will he be.
Pagina 121 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin, Alas ! what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou...
Pagina 121 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.