Have you felt the wool of the beaver? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier? Or the nard i' the fire? Or have tasted the bag o' the bee? O, so white! O, so soft! O, so sweet is she! A VISION OF BEAUTY. FROM "THE NEW INN." It was a beauty that I saw, A skein of silk without a knot, LOVE THE SLAYER.1 FROM THE SAD SHEPHERD." Though I am young and cannot tell Yet I have heard they both bear darts, And then again I have been told 1 This song was set to music by Nicholas Launeare, and inserted in the compilation of Ayres and Dialogues by Henry Lawes, 1353.-G. Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up, or fall, Or to our end like way may have By flash of lightning or a wave : INDEX OF FIRST LINES. After many scenes like these..... Alas! but Morison fell young.. 139 265 12 All men are worms: but this no man. In silk...... And such a force the fair example had...... And why to me this, thou lame lord of fire......... Banks feels no lameness of his knotty gout.. Be safe, nor fear thyself so good a fame. Boast not these titles of your ancestors Brave infant of Saguntum, clear........ 268 But 'cause thou hear'st the mighty king of Spain..... 351 By those bright eyes, at whose immortal fires.......... 179 Call, noble Lucius, then for wine......... 267 Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe 11 Can beauty, that did prompt me first to write...... 178 ...... Charis one day in discourse... 144 Cheveril cries out my verses libels are Chuffe, lately rich in name, in chattels, goods.... Cob, thou nor soldier, thief, nor fencer art. 28 24 35 Do but look on her eyes! they do light.. 386 Does the Court Pucelle then so censure me.. Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name.. Envious and foul Disease, could there not be......... 238 15 17 335 .......... 61 109 199 48 Fair Fame, who art ordained to crown.... Fair friend, 'tis true your beauties move... 298 289 False world, good night! since thou hast brought... 102 Fine Madame Would-be, wherefore should you fear.. 31 Follow a shadow, it still flies you.. 107 Fools, they are the only nation. For all night-sins with others' wives unknown. Forbear to tempt me, Prowle, I will not show.... For what is life, if measured by the space... 265 185 Gipsy, new bawd, is turned physician.. 23 Glad time is at his point arrived.............. 353 Go now, and tell out days summed up with fears..... 266 grace.. Good and great God! can I not think of Thee.. 19 129 42 255 71 21 Hail, happy Genius of this ancient pile..... 242 259 Hang up those dull and envious fools.. 152 12 135 He that fears death, or mourns it, in the just He that should search all glories of the gown. His bought arms Mung' not liked; for his first day.. 26 How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse. 28 How like a column, Ratcliffe, left alone 49 How well, fair crown of your fair sex, might he....... 58 I am to dine, friend, where I must be weighed... I could begin with that grand form, Here lies 368 Idiot, last night I prayed thee but forbear.. 30 |