The Loyal Garland: A Collection of Songs of the Seventeenth Century, Reprinted from a Black Letter Copy Supposed to be Unique, Volume 29

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James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps
Percy Society, 1850 - Ballads, English - 88 pages
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Page 7 - twas from mine he took desires Enough t' undo the amorous world. From me he took his sighs and tears, From thee his pride and cruelty ; From me his languishments and fears, And every killing dart from thee. Thus thou and I the god have arm'd And set him up a deity ; But my poor heart alone is harm'd, Whilst thine the victor is, and free!
Page 48 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
Page 6 - Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he showed ; From thy bright eyes he took his fires, Which round about in sport he hurled ; But 'twas from mine he took desires Enough to undo the amorous world.
Page x - My son, fear thou the LORD and the king : and meddle not with them that are given to change...
Page 57 - But not that passion which with fools' consent Above the reason bears imperious sway, Making their lifetime a perpetual lent, As if a man were born to fast and pray. No, that is not the...
Page 17 - The man in the moon May wear out his shoon, By running after Charles his wain ; But all's to no end, For the times will not mend, Till the king enjoys his own again.
Page 77 - T'other wealth ; nor is't fit That one should have all, For then what would befal Though honour were a prize at first, now 'tis a chattel, And as marchantable grown as your wares or your [cattle. Yet in this we agree, To live quiet and free, To drink sack and submit, And not shew your wit By your prating, but silence and thinking. Let the politick Jews Read...
Page 31 - ... say no ; For it is a trick which women use, What they love they will refuse. Silly youth, why dost thou dally ? Having got time and season fit, Then never stand, sweet, shall I ? shall I ? Nor too much commend an after wit ; For he that will not when he may, When he will he shall have nav.
Page 33 - THE CONTEST. BEAUTY and Love once fell at odds, And thus reviled each other, Quoth Love I am one of the gods, And thou waitst on my mother ; Thou hadst no power on man at all, But what I gave to thee, Nor are you longer sweet or fair, Than men acknowledge me. Away fond boy, then Beauty cry'd...