The Loyal Garland: A Collection of Songs of the Seventeenth Century, Reprinted from a Black Letter Copy Supposed to be Unique, Band 29Percy Society, 1850 - 88 Seiten |
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... took his fires , Which round about in sport he hur❜ld , But ' twas from mine he took desires , Enough to undo the amorous world . From me he took his sighs and tears , From 6 THE LOYAL GARLAND . Tyranick Love, or the cruel Mistress.
... took his fires , Which round about in sport he hur❜ld , But ' twas from mine he took desires , Enough to undo the amorous world . From me he took his sighs and tears , From 6 THE LOYAL GARLAND . Tyranick Love, or the cruel Mistress.
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... and peace . Fight on , you winds ! no more we fear The danger of a storm ; True loyalty to ' ts port will stear , Though dangers round her swarm . SONG XVI . THE MOTHERS ADVICE . ' Tis shepherds 12 THE LOYAL GARLAND . The Saylors Delight •
... and peace . Fight on , you winds ! no more we fear The danger of a storm ; True loyalty to ' ts port will stear , Though dangers round her swarm . SONG XVI . THE MOTHERS ADVICE . ' Tis shepherds 12 THE LOYAL GARLAND . The Saylors Delight •
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... round and destiny , Regards not whether we laugh or cry ; And fortune never does bestow A look on what we do below . But men with equal swiftness run To play on others , or be play'd upon . Since we can take no course For the better or ...
... round and destiny , Regards not whether we laugh or cry ; And fortune never does bestow A look on what we do below . But men with equal swiftness run To play on others , or be play'd upon . Since we can take no course For the better or ...
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... Round - heads and these wars , An end that we may see , And thy great name wee'll all applaud , And hang all misery . THE SONG XXII . SOLDIERS DELIGHT . Made in the late times . FAIR Phydelia , tempt no more , I may not now thy beauty ...
... Round - heads and these wars , An end that we may see , And thy great name wee'll all applaud , And hang all misery . THE SONG XXII . SOLDIERS DELIGHT . Made in the late times . FAIR Phydelia , tempt no more , I may not now thy beauty ...
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... like to the juice of good wine is , For Phoebus had never had wit that divine is , Had his face not been bow - dy'd as thine is and mine is . This must go round , Off with your hats till 24 THE LOYAL GARLAND . The Royalist.
... like to the juice of good wine is , For Phoebus had never had wit that divine is , Had his face not been bow - dy'd as thine is and mine is . This must go round , Off with your hats till 24 THE LOYAL GARLAND . The Royalist.
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alarum Amyntas Aristotle arms beauties bewitch bold bright eyes canary Canary's charms Cloris court crown Cupid Damon delight dote doth drunk Dub-a-dub e're ev'ry face fair Farewel fate fear fond fool give o're gone HARVARD COLLEGE hate hath He'l heart heaven honour husband-man husbanding-man I'le give I'se jolly joys king enjoys kiss laugh live or dye lov'd love's lover LOYAL GARLAND Maid merrily merry misery mistress murther ne're never night noses nymph oh stay on't Percy Society PLATONICK plunder pray prince prithee quart-pots quire Rump sack Scotland serving-man Shep SHEPHERD shine sighs Silly youth sing sleep smiles SONG soul swear sweet sword T'other tell thee There's thine eyes things thou tincle tipple Tis better tis pleasure traytors treason Twas Twill us'd We'l drink wealth well-a-day Whilst WHITE-HALL wine witty you'l
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Seite 21 - Of a ne're decaying stock : Cavaliers, be bold, ne're let go your hold, Those that loiters, are by traytors Deerly bought and sold. Phyl. One kiss more, and so farewell. Sold. Fie, no more ! I prithee, fool, give o're, Why cloud'st thou thus thy beams ? I see by these extreames, A womans heaven or hell : Pray the king may have his own, That the queen may be seen, With her babes on England's throne ; Rally up your men, one shall vanquish ten, Victory, we come to try our valour once again.
Seite 7 - twas from mine he took desires Enough t' undo the amorous world. From me he took his sighs and tears, From thee his pride and cruelty ; From me his languishments and fears, And every killing dart from thee. Thus thou and I the god have arm'd And set him up a deity ; But my poor heart alone is harm'd, Whilst thine the victor is, and free!
Seite 48 - 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...
Seite 6 - Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he showed ; From thy bright eyes he took his fires, Which round about in sport he hurled ; But 'twas from mine he took desires Enough to undo the amorous world.
Seite 85 - Tis we will pull down what e're is above us, And make them to fear us that never did love us. Wee'l level the proud, and make every degree To our royalty bow the knee ; 'Tis no less than treason, 'Gainst freedom and reason, For our brethren to be higher than we.
Seite 81 - Rump, and a cat has nine lives, Yet when her head's off, her Rump never strives, But our Rump from the grave hath made two retrives, Which, &c. That the Rump may all their enemies quail, They borrow the devil's coat of mail, And all to defend their estate in tail ; Which, &c. But though their scale now seem to be th...
Seite 37 - STAY, O sweet, and do not rise ; The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part.
Seite 33 - THE CONTEST. BEAUTY and Love once fell at odds, And thus reviled each other, Quoth Love I am one of the gods, And thou waitst on my mother ; Thou hadst no power on man at all, But what I gave to thee, Nor are you longer sweet or fair, Than men acknowledge me. Away fond boy, then Beauty cry'd...
Seite 42 - This subtile disaster Turns bonnet to beaver ; Down goes a bishop, sirs, and up starts a weaver. This makes a lay-man, To preach and to pray, man, And makes a lord of him that was but a dray-man. Far from the Gulpit Of Saxbey's pulpit, This brought an Hebrew iron-monger to the pulpit.