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Page 284 - ... supplies ; Thus he grieved in every part, Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Page 178 - Tis I, my lords, who humbly on my knee Must yield her orisons to mighty Jove For lifting up his handmaid to this state...
Page 453 - Eden sweeten' d Adam's love, And stroke my bosom with the silken fan : This shade (sun-proof) is yet no proof for thee, Thy body smoother than this waveless spring, And purer than the substance of the same, Can creep through that his lances
Page 157 - What's that ? MILES. Marry, sir, now that my hostess is gone to provide supper, conjure up another spirit, and send doctor Burden flying after. BACON. Thus rulers of our academic state, You have seen the friar frame his art by proof; And as the college called Brazen-nose, Is under him, and he the master there, So surely shall this head of brass be fram'd...
Page 59 - To those Gentlemen his Quondam acquaintance, that spend their wits in making Plaies, J?.
Page 174 - What says Lord Lacy ? shall she be his wife? Lacy. Or else Lord Lacy is unfit to live. — May it please your highness give me leave to post To...
Page 292 - Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair — Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe.
Page 166 - Is't princely to dissever lovers' leagues, To part such friends as glory in their loves? * Leave, Ned, and make a virtue of this fault, And further Peg and Lacy in their loves : So in subduing fancy's passion, Conquering thyself, thou gett'st the richest spoil.