Facetiae. Musarum Deliciae: EpigramsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
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... thine the originall , Did we not know ' twas done by thee so well ; Thou makest Homer , Homers self excell . To William Shake - spear . Shake - speare we must be silent in thy praise , ' Cause our encomions will but blast thy bayes ...
... thine the originall , Did we not know ' twas done by thee so well ; Thou makest Homer , Homers self excell . To William Shake - spear . Shake - speare we must be silent in thy praise , ' Cause our encomions will but blast thy bayes ...
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... thine , at a three - farthings price , Will think it too too dear , and justly may Think verses are in price , since th ' other day , Yea who ere buies ' em at a farthings rate , At the same price can neuer sell ' em at . To his Mistris ...
... thine , at a three - farthings price , Will think it too too dear , and justly may Think verses are in price , since th ' other day , Yea who ere buies ' em at a farthings rate , At the same price can neuer sell ' em at . To his Mistris ...
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... thine , But when I saw it had a wound , I knew that heart was mine . A bounty of a strange conceit , To send mine own to me , And send it in a worse estate , Then when it came to thee ; The heart I gave thee had no staine , It was ...
... thine , But when I saw it had a wound , I knew that heart was mine . A bounty of a strange conceit , To send mine own to me , And send it in a worse estate , Then when it came to thee ; The heart I gave thee had no staine , It was ...
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... thine urne , My sighes , my teares shall not awake thee , I but stay untill my turne And then , oh then ! I'le overtake thee . Eque facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris . I love not her , that at the first cries , I ; I love not her ...
... thine urne , My sighes , my teares shall not awake thee , I but stay untill my turne And then , oh then ! I'le overtake thee . Eque facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris . I love not her , that at the first cries , I ; I love not her ...
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... past . On a Mother and her son having but two eyes betwixt them , each one . A half blind - boy , born of a half blind mother . Peerelesse for beauty , save compar'd to th'other ; Faire boy , give her thine eye and she will 56 Epigrams .
... past . On a Mother and her son having but two eyes betwixt them , each one . A half blind - boy , born of a half blind mother . Peerelesse for beauty , save compar'd to th'other ; Faire boy , give her thine eye and she will 56 Epigrams .
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467 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.
407 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
450 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.
324 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...
407 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...
498 ÆäÀÌÁö - For want of a nail the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
408 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
406 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...
315 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...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?