British Anthologies, Volume 3

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Edward Arber
Henry Frowde, 1899
 

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Pagina 22 - O, th' exceeding grace Of Highest GOD ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels He sends to and fro, To serve to wicked Man ! to serve his wicked foe!... The
Pagina 293 - Yet, for our sport, we fawn and flatter both, To pass the time, when nothing else can please; And train them on to yield, by subtle oath, The sweet content that gives such humour ease. And then we say, when we their follies try, ' To play with fools; O, what a fool was I!
Pagina 110 - LOVE me little; love me long! Is the burden of my Song, Love that is too hot and strong Burneth soon to waste! Still, I would not have thee cold! Not too backward, or too bold! Love that lasteth till 'tis old Fadeth not in haste! Love me little; love me long!
Pagina 129 - Sweet Heart! I took my part of this jolly good ale and old!' Back and side go bare! go bare! &c. Now let them drink till they nod and wink, even as Good Fellows should do, They shall not miss to have the bliss good ale doth bring men to! And all poor souls that have
Pagina 215 - From so ungrateful fancy, From such a female frenzy, From them that use men thus, Good Lord! deliver us ! Alas! I lie! Rage hath this error bred, LOVE is not dead! LOVE is not dead; but sleepeth In her unmatched mind; Where She his counsel keepeth, Till due deserts She find. Therefore from so vile fancy, To call
Pagina 261 - Mother cried; baby leapt! More he crowed, more we cried; Nature could not sorrow hide! He must go! He must kiss Child and mother; baby bliss! For he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy! Weep not, my Wanton! smile, upon my knee! When thou art old, there 's grief enough for thee!
Pagina 192 - s cheek (but none knows how!): With these, the crystal of his brow; And then, the dimple of his chin. All these did my CAMPASPE win. At last, he set her, both his eyes. She
Pagina 249 - Thus, with his Wife, he spends the year as blithe As doth the King at every tide or sithe! And blither too! For Kings have wars and broils to take in hand, When Shepherds laugh and love upon the land! Ah ! then, Ah ! then, If Country Loves such sweet desires do gain, What Lady would not love a Shepherd Swain!
Pagina 129 - lapped of jolly good ale and old! Back and side go bare! go bare! &c. And TYB my Wife, that as her life loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she, till ye may see the tears run down her

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