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Page 30 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 29 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be.
Page 31 - DRINK to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow: Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.
Page lix - s sober found, But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I, Why, man of morals, tell me why ? THE SWALLOW.
Page 34 - COLD'S the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed: 111 is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need.
Page 34 - Rider's to dinner. A fine merry walk with the ladies alone after dinner in the garden : the greatest quantity of strawberrys I ever saw, and good. This very house* was built by the blind beggar of Bednall Green, so much talked of and sang in ballads ; but they say it was only some of the outhouses of it.
Page 65 - ... which the heads of the audience may sometimes suffer from them. I am credibly informed, that there was once a design of casting into an opera the story of Whittington and his Cat, and that in order to it,, there had been got together a great quantity of mice ; but Mr.
Page 46 - WAS ever knight, for ladys sake, So toss'd in love, as I, Sir Guy, For Phillis fair, that lady bright As ever man beheld with eye ? She gave me leave myself to try The valiant knight with shield and spear, Ere that her love she would grant me ; Which made me venture far and near.