Lodge's Rosalynde': being the original of Shakespeare's 'As you like it', Volume 1, Part 1 (Google eBook)

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Chatto and Windus, 1907 - 209 pages
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Page 71 - Nature herself her shape admires ; The gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light...
Page 71 - Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity: Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Page 70 - Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face, Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus...
Page 161 - Fair lass, how fare ye well ? " The country kit said " Well forsooth, Heigh ho, well forsooth ; But that I have a longing tooth, A longing tooth that makes me cry." "Alas !" said he, "what gars thy grief? Heigh ho, what gars thy grief?" " A wound," quoth she, " without relief: I fear a maid that I shall die.
Page 10 - Galen while thou riflest with gold, and pore on his book till thou dost purchase lands : wit is great wealth ; if he have learning it is enough : and so let all rest.
Page 28 - 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 62 - ... entertainment as his present estate could minister, and upon this made him one of his foresters.
Page 103 - And you are not a little glad thereof, quoth Aliena; 'your nose bewrays what porridge you love, the wind cannot be tied within his quarter, the Sun shadowed with a veil, oil hidden in water, nor love kept out of a - woman's looks: but no more of that, lupus est in fabula...
Page 37 - First shall the heavens want starry light, The seas be robbed of their waves, The day want sun, and sun want bright, The night want shade, the dead men graves, The April flowers and leaf and tree, Before I false my faith to thee. First shall the tops of highest hills By humble plains be overpried, And poets scorn the Muses...
Page 76 - I'll whip him away with nettles, and set disdain as a charm to withstand his forces : and therefore look you to yourself; be not too bold, for Venus can make you bend, nor too coy, for Cupid hath a piercing dart, that will make you cry Peccavi.' 'And that is it,' quoth Aliena, 'that hath raised you so early this morning.

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