Selections from the Works of Sir John Suckling

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Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman, 1836 - 411 страници

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Страница 68 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover.
Страница 82 - For thou'st a thief in either eye Would steal it back again. Why should two hearts in one breast lie, And yet not lodge together?
Страница 203 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't?
Страница 70 - Quit, quit for shame ! This will not move ; This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her : The devil take her...
Страница 92 - Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white, To make up my delight; No odd, becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces : Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of love for her I court, I ask no more ; 'Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Страница 75 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Страница 90 - He loved not the muses so well as his sport, And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit At bowls above all the trophies of wit; But Apollo was angry, and publicly said, 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon 's head.
Страница 75 - Her lips were red, and one was thin 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.
Страница 70 - If by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover, And, desiring to love true, Thou dost begin to love anew, Know this, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew.
Страница 59 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.