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Pagina 5
... wanton , doe not cry , And I will sing a lullabie . Rock then , rock then , lullabie , Care is heavy , therefore sleepe you ; You are care , and care must keepe you ; Sleepe , pretty wanton , doe not cry , And I will sing a lullabie ...
... wanton , doe not cry , And I will sing a lullabie . Rock then , rock then , lullabie , Care is heavy , therefore sleepe you ; You are care , and care must keepe you ; Sleepe , pretty wanton , doe not cry , And I will sing a lullabie ...
Pagina 32
... wanton eye , Ganemede must waite no longer ; Phoebe heere one night did lye , Would change her face and looke much younger . But they shall not so , Hey nony , nony no , None but I this lip must owe , Hey nony , nony no . From Blurt ...
... wanton eye , Ganemede must waite no longer ; Phoebe heere one night did lye , Would change her face and looke much younger . But they shall not so , Hey nony , nony no , None but I this lip must owe , Hey nony , nony no . From Blurt ...
Pagina 42
... wanton schoole , Who highest sits , the wise man or the foole . Fooles in loves college Have farre more knowledge To reade a woman over , Than a neate prating lover : Nay , tis confest That fooles please women best . From Lilys Mother ...
... wanton schoole , Who highest sits , the wise man or the foole . Fooles in loves college Have farre more knowledge To reade a woman over , Than a neate prating lover : Nay , tis confest That fooles please women best . From Lilys Mother ...
Pagina 43
... wanton brother , Or play should put it in their mind To shoot at one another , What pretty battayle they would make , If they their objects should mistake , And each one wound his mother . From the same . SONG , Walking in a shadowe ...
... wanton brother , Or play should put it in their mind To shoot at one another , What pretty battayle they would make , If they their objects should mistake , And each one wound his mother . From the same . SONG , Walking in a shadowe ...
Pagina 99
... wanton on his crowne A crowne of roses wore lasciviously , A falling band of cutworke richly sowne , Did his broad shoulders quite ore - canopy ; A waste - coate wrought with floures as they had In coloured silke lay open to the eie ...
... wanton on his crowne A crowne of roses wore lasciviously , A falling band of cutworke richly sowne , Did his broad shoulders quite ore - canopy ; A waste - coate wrought with floures as they had In coloured silke lay open to the eie ...
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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.