A Sixteenth Century AnthologyArthur Symons H.M. Caldwell Company, 1906 - 468 pages |
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... pretty knave , shoot not at random , For if you hit me , slave , I'll tell your grandam . Fond love is a child And his compass is narrow , Young fools are beguiled With the fame of his arrow ; He dareth not strike If his stroke do ...
... pretty knave , shoot not at random , For if you hit me , slave , I'll tell your grandam . Fond love is a child And his compass is narrow , Young fools are beguiled With the fame of his arrow ; He dareth not strike If his stroke do ...
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... true Come teach me to sue , Then I'll come to thee , Pray thee , and woo thee . Little boy , pretty knave , make me not stagger , For if you hit me , knave , I'll call thee beggar . only Treasure Sweet love , mine only treasure , For 43.
... true Come teach me to sue , Then I'll come to thee , Pray thee , and woo thee . Little boy , pretty knave , make me not stagger , For if you hit me , knave , I'll call thee beggar . only Treasure Sweet love , mine only treasure , For 43.
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... pretty toy For babes to play withal ; But O the honies of our youth Are oft our age's gall ! Self - proof in time will make thee know He was a prophet told thee so : A prophet that , Cassandra - like , Tells truth without belief ; For ...
... pretty toy For babes to play withal ; But O the honies of our youth Are oft our age's gall ! Self - proof in time will make thee know He was a prophet told thee so : A prophet that , Cassandra - like , Tells truth without belief ; For ...
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... pretty foot and pretty hand . We blame their pride , which we increase By making mountains of a mouse ; We praise because we know we please ; Poor women are too credulous To think that we admiring stand Or foot , or face , or foolish ...
... pretty foot and pretty hand . We blame their pride , which we increase By making mountains of a mouse ; We praise because we know we please ; Poor women are too credulous To think that we admiring stand Or foot , or face , or foolish ...
Page 89
... pretty stealths shall work , and snares shall spread To filch away sweet snatches of delight , Concealed through covert night . Ye sons of Venus , play your sports at will ; For greedy pleasure , careless of your toys , Thinks more upon ...
... pretty stealths shall work , and snares shall spread To filch away sweet snatches of delight , Concealed through covert night . Ye sons of Venus , play your sports at will ; For greedy pleasure , careless of your toys , Thinks more upon ...
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adieu Art thou beams beauty beauty's behold birds bliss bright Carmela Claia Cloris Corydon COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND Cuckoo dear death delight desire dost doth earth echo ring EPITHALAMION eyes face fain fair Fairy fairy-queen fear flowers fools glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh-ho Hey-ho honour Hymen King kiss lady leave let her go light lips little boy live livës joy look Love Bound love doth love's lovers lullaby Lycoris maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never night NYMPHIDIA nymphs Oberon Perigot Phyllida Pigwiggen pleasure poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Mab quoth roses saith Samuel Daniel scorn servant love shepherd sighs sight sing sleep smile song song of praise Sonnet sorrow soul spring sweet tears Tell thee thing thou art thoughts true love unto untrue Love Venus wanton weep Whilst Willy wonder woods youth
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Page 344 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 342 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 340 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 353 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 355 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 348 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Page 326 - When daffodils begin to peer, "With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, "Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
Page 357 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Page 347 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 323 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.