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Страница 125 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) ; With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Страница 329 - True; a new Mistresse now I chase, The first Foe in the Field; And with a stronger Faith imbrace A Sword, a Horse, a Shield. Yet this Inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee (Deare) so much, Lov'd I not Honour more.
Страница 390 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Страница 239 - Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or her well-deservings, known, Make me quite forget my own?
Страница 125 - ... paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the...
Страница 262 - A man both wise and grave. An hundred of their merry pranks By one that I could name Are kept in store ; con twenty thanks To William for the same. To William Churne of Staffordshire Give laud and praises due, Who every meale can mend your chcare With tales both old and true : To William all give audience, And pray yee for his noddle : For all the fairies evidence Were lost, if it were addle.
Страница 223 - Such was God's blessed will : Who did confess the very truth, As here hath been display'd : Their uncle having dyed in gaol, Where he for debt was layd.