Selections from the Works of Sir John SucklingLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman, 1836 - 411 pàgines |
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Pàgina 69 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck; And to say truth, for out it must, It looked like the great collar just About our young colt's neck. 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.
Pàgina 62 - 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.
Pàgina 87 - 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. There's no such thing as that we beauty call, It is mere cozenage all...
Pàgina 84 - 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.
Pàgina 64 - 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.
Pàgina 64 - 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?
Pàgina 201 - No, no, fair heretic, it needs must be But an ill love in me, And worse for thee ; For were it in my power To love thee now this hour More than I did the last; 'T would then so fall, I might not love at all; Love that can flow, and can admit increase, Admits as well an ebb, and may grow less.
Pàgina 69 - Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly...
Pàgina 69 - Compar'd 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. Her mouth so small, when she does speak. Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break. That they might passage get : But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
Pàgina 67 - Charing-cross, hard by the way Where we (thou know'st) do sell our hay, There is a house with stairs; And there did I see coming down Such folk as are not in our town, Forty at least, in pairs.