Choyce Drollery: Songs & Sonnets: Being a Collection of Divers Excellent Pieces of Poetry, of Several Eminent AuthorsJoseph Woodfall Ebsworth R. Roberts, 1876 - 426 páginas |
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... CATCH . Rink boyes , drink boyes , drink and doe not spare , Troule away the bowl , and take no care . So that we have meat and drink , and money and clothes What care we , what care we how the world goes . A M A pitiful Lamentation . Y ...
... CATCH . Rink boyes , drink boyes , drink and doe not spare , Troule away the bowl , and take no care . So that we have meat and drink , and money and clothes What care we , what care we how the world goes . A M A pitiful Lamentation . Y ...
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... САТСН . Y Of Aganippes Well , Ou merry Poets [ , ] old Boyes Full many tales have told boyes Whose liquor doth ... CATCH . Mong'st all the precious Juices L3 Made up into Pilis . 1661 . 149 CHOICE DROLLERY.
... САТСН . Y Of Aganippes Well , Ou merry Poets [ , ] old Boyes Full many tales have told boyes Whose liquor doth ... CATCH . Mong'st all the precious Juices L3 Made up into Pilis . 1661 . 149 CHOICE DROLLERY.
Página 150
... САТСН . Ome , come away to the Tavern [ p . 67. ] I say , For now at home ' tis washing day : Leave your prittle prattle , and fill us a pottle [ ; ] You are not so wise as Aristotle : Drawer come away , let's make it Holy day . Anon ...
... САТСН . Ome , come away to the Tavern [ p . 67. ] I say , For now at home ' tis washing day : Leave your prittle prattle , and fill us a pottle [ ; ] You are not so wise as Aristotle : Drawer come away , let's make it Holy day . Anon ...
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... САТСН . Here was an old man at Walton cross , [ Waltham ] Who merrily sung when he liv'd by the loss ; Hey tro - ly loly lo . He never was heard to sigh a hey ho , But he sent it out with Hey troly loly lo . He chear'd up his heart , 8 ...
... САТСН . Here was an old man at Walton cross , [ Waltham ] Who merrily sung when he liv'd by the loss ; Hey tro - ly loly lo . He never was heard to sigh a hey ho , But he sent it out with Hey troly loly lo . He chear'd up his heart , 8 ...
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... САТСН . Et's cast away care , and merrily sing , There is a time for every thing ; He that playes at work , and works at his pla Neither keeps working , nor yet Holy day : Set business aside , and let us be merry , And drown our dull ...
... САТСН . Et's cast away care , and merrily sing , There is a time for every thing ; He that playes at work , and works at his pla Neither keeps working , nor yet Holy day : Set business aside , and let us be merry , And drown our dull ...
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Choyce Drollery: Songs & Sonnets: Being a Collection of Divers Excellent ... Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth Visualização integral - 1876 |
Choyce Drollery: Songs & Sonnets: Being a Collection of Divers Excellent ... Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth Visualização integral - 1876 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antidote against Melancholy Apollo Appendix Ballad beauty Ben Jonson blew Cap body can deny Bradley brave Arthur Catch Cavaliers Choyce Drollery Church clean contrary Compleat Court Crown dance dare death delight derry dildo doth drink Drol edition England eyes fair feare fire Fustice Geod George George Wither hath head heart Henry Playford honour J. P. Collier John John Shank Jonson King Lady London Lord love me whereas love thee Lover maid Merry Drollery Muses ne're never night nonny nose Percy Folio Pills Poems Poets praise printed Puritan Queen quoth reprinted Richard Brathwaite Robert Hayman Rump Sack Shepheard shew sing Song sweet tell thee for thy There's They'l thine thing Thomas Dekker thou Tinker Tom D'Urfey unto verse volume Westminster Drollery whereas I lay Wine САТСН
Passagens conhecidas
Página 348 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 156 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Página xvii - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Página xxxi - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake : Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there ; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much of my delay ; I am already on the way, And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed.
Página 305 - I tell thee what, Antonio, — I love thee, and it is my love that speaks ; — There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark...
Página 169 - After that, the King led a lady a single Coranto; and then the rest of the lords, one after another, other ladies; very noble it was, and great pleasure to see. Then to country dances ; the King leading the first, which he called for; which was, says he, "Cuckolds all awry,
Página xix - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Página 280 - Pope came off clean with Homer ; but they say Broome went before, and kindly swept the way.
Página 311 - Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them!
Página 313 - I'LL sing you a good old song, Made by a good old pate, Of a fine old English gentleman, Who had an old estate; And who kept up his old mansion At a bountiful old rate; With a good old porter to relieve The old poor at his gate. Like a fine old English gentleman, All of the olden time. His hall, so old, was hung around With pikes, and guns, and bows, And swords, and good old bucklers, That had stood against old foes; 'Twas there "his worship...