Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books, Volume 2F. C. & J. Rivington, 1807 |
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Pagina 1
... thought with me , that they would form an acceptable portion of the work . SONG . Let us sip , and let it slip And go which way it will a ; Let us trip , and let us skip , And let us drink our fill a . VOL . II . B Take Take the cup ...
... thought with me , that they would form an acceptable portion of the work . SONG . Let us sip , and let it slip And go which way it will a ; Let us trip , and let us skip , And let us drink our fill a . VOL . II . B Take Take the cup ...
Pagina 21
... thoughts shall be thy fare ; Musing shall be thy waiting maide , thy carver shall be care ; Thy dainty dishe shall be of fretting melancholie , And broken sobs , with hollow sighs , thy savery sauce shall be . From the Rare Triumphs of ...
... thoughts shall be thy fare ; Musing shall be thy waiting maide , thy carver shall be care ; Thy dainty dishe shall be of fretting melancholie , And broken sobs , with hollow sighs , thy savery sauce shall be . From the Rare Triumphs of ...
Pagina 36
... thought can add beside , Crowne this bridegroome and this bride . From the Broken Heart . 1633 . SONG . Now what is love I will thee tell , It is the fountain and the well , Where pleasure and repentance dwell ; It is perhaps the ...
... thought can add beside , Crowne this bridegroome and this bride . From the Broken Heart . 1633 . SONG . Now what is love I will thee tell , It is the fountain and the well , Where pleasure and repentance dwell ; It is perhaps the ...
Pagina 39
... thoughts , the pirats found , And in her teares he shall be drown'd . Read his inditement , let him heare What hees to trust to . Boy give eare . From Lilys Gallathea . D 4 SONG . SONG . My Daphnes haire is twisted gold , Bright OLD ...
... thoughts , the pirats found , And in her teares he shall be drown'd . Read his inditement , let him heare What hees to trust to . Boy give eare . From Lilys Gallathea . D 4 SONG . SONG . My Daphnes haire is twisted gold , Bright OLD ...
Pagina 42
... thought ; Which thought was yet the child of earth , For Love is older than his birth . From the Queens Masque , by Ben Jonson . 1605 . The Garrick Copy of this Masque was the Presentation Copy of Ben Jonson to the Queen , and has this ...
... thought ; Which thought was yet the child of earth , For Love is older than his birth . From the Queens Masque , by Ben Jonson . 1605 . The Garrick Copy of this Masque was the Presentation Copy of Ben Jonson to the Queen , and has this ...
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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.