Drayton, 1631, to Phillips, 1664 (Google eBook)

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Thomas Campbell
John Murray, 1819 - English poetry
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Page 328 - Pr'ythee why so pale ? Why so dull and mute, young sinner ? Pr'ythee why so mute ? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't ? Pr'ythee why so mute ? Quit, quit for shame ! this will not move, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her. A
Page 193 - combin'd, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips or eyes. No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolv'd heart to return ; I have search'd thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn; I have learn'd thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou. Some
Page 203 - combin'd, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips or eyes. No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolv'd heart to return ; I have search'd thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn ; I have learn'd thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou. Some
Page 155 - SONG. IN THE SILENT WOMAN. Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Page 155 - As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more
Page 254 - heaven's gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees. Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora to make me sleep. Go tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet. [They strangle her. Bos. Where's the waiting-woman } Fetch her: some other strangle the children.
Page 253 - syrup for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. Now what you please. What death ? Bos. Strangling : here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive them: The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o'th' lungs, Would do as much as they do. Bos. Doth not death fright you
Page 199 - SONG. MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED. Give me more love, or more disdain, The torrid, or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none; Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate. Give me a storm; if it be love, Like Danae in that golden shower, My
Page 189 - SONG. MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED. Give me more love, or more disdain, The torrid, or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none ; Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate. Give me a storm ; if it be love, Like Danae in that golden shower, , My

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