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180 Loyal Songs Algernon Sydney amorous Betty Bagford ballad Bagford Coll Bagford Collection Bedloe begins Black-letter Boxb broadside Charles Charles II Church Colley Cibber copy Court dear death declared delight dildo dill doul ditty doth Drollery Duke Duke of Monmouth Duke of York e're edition Elkanah Settle England entitled eyes fair favour fear Foes Gilbert Burnet give grief hath heart honour I'le James Jesuits John John Gadbury King Lady Lamentation live London Lord Lovers Maid Mary mentioned Merry Drollery miller mind Monmouth ne'r never Oates Oxford Parliament Pepys Pills Poems poor Pope Popish Plot printed Protestant prove Queen reprinted Roxb Shaftesbury sorrow strive in love swear sweet tell thee there's Thomas thou Titus Oates Tom D'Urfey true tune twas verses we'l White-letter wife William woodcut words young
Page 491 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 808 - I live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains ; and, oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more, nor could my love do less.
Page 880 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 638 - No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!
Page 665 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Page 468 - Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But . teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Page 638 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!
Page 709 - Malice Defeated: or a brief relation of the accusation and deliverance of Elizabeth Cellier...
Page 728 - So he was put to the torture, which in Scotland they call the boots ; for they put a pair of iron boots close on the leg, and drive wedges between these and the leg. The common torture was only to drive these in the calf of the leg : but I have been told they were sometimes driven upon the shin bone.