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appear arms bear beauty breaſt bring charms Cloe command Cupid darts dear death delight earth equal eyes fair fame fate fear fight fire firſt flame force France give glory gods grace grief hand happy head hear heart Heaven Henry hero honour hope hour human Jove juſt keep kind king laſt leave light live look lord maid mind Muſe muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain peace play poor praiſe preſent Queen rage raiſe riſe ſaid ſay ſee ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſong ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thought triumph true truth turn Venus verſe virtue weep whoſe William's winds wiſh wound write young youth
Сторінка 114 - 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.
Сторінка 231 - Whoever was depos'd or crown'd. Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise, They would not learn, nor could advise ; Without love, hatred, joy, or fear, They led — a kind of— as it were ; Nor wish'd, nor car'd, nor laugh'd, nor cried; And so they liv'd, and so they died.
Сторінка 170 - Ye had a paramour, All this may nought remove my thought, But that I will be your: And she shall...
Сторінка 167 - And water clere of the ryvere Shall be full swete to me: With which in hele I shall ryght wele Endure, as ye shall see; And, or we go, a bedde or two I can provyde anone : For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Сторінка 179 - Upon this tree : and, as the tender mark Grew with the year, and widen'd with the bark, Venus had heard the virgin's soft address, That, as the wound, the passion might increase. As potent Nature shed her kindly...
Сторінка 157 - Be of your patron's mind, whate'er he says ; Sleep very much ; think little ; and talk less ; Mind neither good nor bad, nor right nor wrong, But eat your pudding, slave; and hold your tongue.
Сторінка 138 - Radcliff ; was so ill, That other doctors gave me over : He felt my pulse, prescribed his pill, And I was likely to recover. " But when the wit began to wheeze, And wine had warmed the politician, Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Сторінка 173 - Emma's, has adorn'd thy face ; And as her son has to my bosom dealt That constant flame, which faithful Henry felt...
Сторінка 4 - Nor was this nicety of his judgment confined only to books and literature, but was the same in statuary, painting, and all other parts of art. Bernini would have taken his opinion upon the beauty and attitude of a figure ; and King Charles did not agree with Lely, that my Lady Cleveland's picture was finished, till it had the approbation of my Lord Buckhurst.
Сторінка 118 - ... tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.