Facetiae. Musarum deliciæ: or, The muses recreation, by sr. J.M. and Ja: S. And Wit restor'd, in severall select poems [by sir J. Mennes]. Also Wits recreations, 1. cilt1874 |
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Sayfa 311 - For he that fights and runs away May live to fight another day, But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again.
Sayfa 280 - Do not disdain me ! 1 am my mother's joy : Sweet, entertain me ! She'll give me when she dies, All that is fitting: Her...
Sayfa 145 - His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree ; " Never was I sent for before any king, My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.
Sayfa 217 - By absence this good means I gain, That I can catch her, Where none can watch her, In some close corner of my brain; There I embrace and kiss her, And so I both enjoy and miss her.
Sayfa 112 - As it fell out on a Pentecost day, King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall, With his faire queene dame Guenever the gay; And many bold barons sitting in hall ; With ladies attired in purple and pall ; And heraults in hewkes, hooting on high, Cryed, Largesse, Largesse, Chevaliers tres-hardie...
Sayfa 145 - The king he writt an a letter then A letter which was large and long, He signed it with his owne hand, And he promised to doe him no wrong.
Sayfa 220 - Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere.
Sayfa 147 - Saying, Fight on, my merry men all, And see that none of you be taine ; For I will stand by and bleed but awhile, And then will I come and fight againe.
Sayfa 37 - Another's head, but not his toes, His elbow and his thumb. But when that we had seen the rags, We went to th' inn and took our nags, And so away did come. We came to Paris on the Seine, 'Tis wondrous fair, 'tis nothing clean, 'Tis Europe's greatest town. How strong it is, I need not tell it, For all the world may easily smell it, That walk it up and down.
Sayfa 299 - I'll bait my Scot so, yet not cheat your eyes; A Scot within a beast is no disguise. No more let Ireland brag her harmless nation Fosters no venom since the Scot's plantation : Nor can ours feigned antiquity maintain ; Since they came in, England hath wolves again.