The British Bibliographer, Volume 3R. Triphook, 1812 - English literature |
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beautie behold birds brest chaunge complaineth Coridon craue cruell Dainty dayes death deedes delight desire Deuises disdaine do'st doeth dooth doth eche Edmund Bolton Edwards England's Helicon euery eyes faine faire farre fauour feare Finis flocks flowers Fortune Freendship giue grace greefe greene griefe happy Harpalus hart hath haue heart heauen heauenly heere Heigh hoe Hey hoe honour hope Ignoto ioye Jasper Heywood kepe leaue liue Lord Lord Vaux loue Loue's louely louers Madrigals maie Michaell Drayton minde moue Muses neuer Nicholas Breton Nimph nought paine Phil Phillida Phillis pitty pleasure poem praise proue Queene reioyce rest saue serue shee Shep Shepheard Shepheardesse shew sighs sing Sith Song sonne Sonnet sorrow soule sunne swaine sweet teares thee Therion thine thing thou thought tree tyme vaine Vaux Venus vertues vnto voyce vpon wight woordes wyll yeeld Yong youth
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Page 61 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Page 216 - COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
Page 154 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Page 218 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page vii - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Page 92 - A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe, And he that proves shall find it so : And, shepherd, this is Love, I trow.
Page 217 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 28 - ... bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her ; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye To see what was forbidden : But better memory said, fie...
Page 92 - Yet what is love, I prithee say ? Fau. It is a work on holiday ; It is December matched with May, When lusty bloods, in fresh array, Hear ten months after of the play ; And this is love as I hear say.
Page 92 - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.