Musarum Deliciae: Or, the Muses Recreation, Contening Severall Pieces of Poetique Wit by Sr. J.M. and Ja : S. 1656, 2±ÇJohn Camden, 1817 |
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... Nose . 90 • 90 251. Of Lawlesse 84 287. On an unequall pair , 90 252. A rich Curre 84 288. In Quintum 91 253. On a Youth married to an Old Woman . 289. On a changeable 84 Rayment 91 84 85 85 254. On a Fly in a glasse .. 255. On Collimus ...
... Nose . 90 • 90 251. Of Lawlesse 84 287. On an unequall pair , 90 252. A rich Curre 84 288. In Quintum 91 253. On a Youth married to an Old Woman . 289. On a changeable 84 Rayment 91 84 85 85 254. On a Fly in a glasse .. 255. On Collimus ...
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... Nose and Teeth very long an Englishman nans • 336. Ona Welshman and ¡¤ • • . ¡¤ ¡¤ 341. Sperando pariens 342. On a Souldier 343. Vivens mortuis ¡¤ and • 96 347. On Linnit . 314. A Tobacconist 315. Feeble standing 316. Long and Lazie ...
... Nose and Teeth very long an Englishman nans • 336. Ona Welshman and ¡¤ • • . ¡¤ ¡¤ 341. Sperando pariens 342. On a Souldier 343. Vivens mortuis ¡¤ and • 96 347. On Linnit . 314. A Tobacconist 315. Feeble standing 316. Long and Lazie ...
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... Nose . 740. Sapia qui vendit oportet 741. Clamans Asinus 743. Vpon Tom Tolthams 744. Domina pr©¡domi- 773. To Festus 186 ¡¤ 186 • 774. A Gentleman and his Physitian 186 .186 nans 187 775. On Saint George 776. Similis cum simili 777 ...
... Nose . 740. Sapia qui vendit oportet 741. Clamans Asinus 743. Vpon Tom Tolthams 744. Domina pr©¡domi- 773. To Festus 186 ¡¤ 186 • 774. A Gentleman and his Physitian 186 .186 nans 187 775. On Saint George 776. Similis cum simili 777 ...
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... nose runs , Thy teeth are blacke and rotten in thy gums : Why do I scorne to kisse thee ? thy breath stinks Far worse than twenty fish - stalls , or town - sinks : Why do I scorne to kisse thee ? thou art all Surfeited , nasty , ill ...
... nose runs , Thy teeth are blacke and rotten in thy gums : Why do I scorne to kisse thee ? thy breath stinks Far worse than twenty fish - stalls , or town - sinks : Why do I scorne to kisse thee ? thou art all Surfeited , nasty , ill ...
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... nose hangs down so low , one would suppose When ere she gapes , that Prue would eat her nose . 197. To Gripe . Gripe keeps his coin well , and his heaps are great , For which he seems wise in his own conceit ; Be not deceiv'd Gripe ...
... nose hangs down so low , one would suppose When ere she gapes , that Prue would eat her nose . 197. To Gripe . Gripe keeps his coin well , and his heaps are great , For which he seems wise in his own conceit ; Be not deceiv'd Gripe ...
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414 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. 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.
472 ÆäÀÌÁö - Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
456 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
413 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well, nor full, nor fasting. Why so...
412 ÆäÀÌÁö - twould undo him Should he go still so drest. At Course-a-park, without all doubt, He should have first been taken out By all the maids i' th' town: Though lusty Roger there had been, Or little George upon the green, Or Vincent of the Crown. But wot you what? The youth was going To make an end of all his wooing; The parson for him...
413 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
414 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
446 ÆäÀÌÁö - Your banish'd servant trouble you ; For if I break, you may mistrust The vow I made — to love you too.
324 ÆäÀÌÁö - I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish — no more. Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her...