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appear arms bear beauty bless breast bring called charms Cloe command court Cupid darts dear death delight desire died Duke Earl earth eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame force France give grace grief hand happy head hear heart Heaven hero honour hope hour human keep kind king late laws leave letter light live look Lord lost maid master mind Muse nature never night nymph o'er once pain pass peace play poem poet poor praise Prior prove queen rage raise reason receive reign rest rise sing song soon sure tell thee things thou thought Till true turn Venus verse virtue William's wish write young youth
الصفحة 74 - Chloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes.
الصفحة 127 - And youth, seduc'd from friends and fame, Must give up age to want and shame. Let her behold the frantic scene, The women wretched, false the men : And when, these certain ills to shun, She would to thy embraces run ; Receive her with extended arms : Seem more delighted with her charms : Wait on her to the park and play : Put on good humour ; make her gay : Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind ; Let all her ways be unconfin'd ; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
الصفحة 211 - The wordes on the splene. Ye shape some wyle me to begyle, And stele from me, I wene : Than were the case worse than it was, And I more wo-begone : For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
الصفحة 227 - Thou, ere thou goest, unhappiest of thy kind, Must leave the habit and the sex behind. No longer shall thy comely tresses break In flowing ringlets on thy snowy neck ; Or sit behind thy head, an ample round, In graceful...
الصفحة 200 - To love them wele ; for never a dele They love a man agayne : For...
الصفحة 193 - Moved in the orb, pleased with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs : But here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with Gods ; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleased with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
الصفحة v - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you...
الصفحة 197 - Yes, every poet is a fool ; By demonstration Ned can show it ; Happy could Ned's inverted rule Prove every fool to be a poet.
الصفحة 262 - On his death-bed poor Lubin lies, His spouse is in despair ; With frequent sobs and mutual cries, They both express their care. " ' A different cause,' says Parson Sly, ' The same effect may give ; Poor Lubin fears that he shall die, His wife that he may live.