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Page 324 - Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why.
Page 54 - A log of wood is brought into the midst of the room : this is Dun, (the cart-horse,) and a cry is raised, that he is stuch in the mire. Two of the company advance, either with or without ropes, to draw him out. After repeated attempts, they find themselves unable to do it, and call for more assistance. The game continues till all the company take part in it, when Dun is extricated of course ; and the merriment arises from the awkward and affected efforts of the rustics to lift the log, and from sundry...
Page 125 - Three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men be we; I in the wood, and thou on the ground, And Jack sleeps in the tree.
Page 165 - By thy pretty lac'd cravat, By the ribands round thy bum, Which is brac'd much like a drum, By thy dangling pantaloons, And thy ruffling port cannons,* By thy friezeld perriwigge, Which does make thee look so bigg, By thy sword of silver guilt, And the riband at thy hilt ; Apeare, apear.
Page 3 - NOT out of envy, for there's no effect Where there's no cause; nor out of imitation, For we have evermore been imitated; Nor out of our contention to do better Than that which is...
Page 221 - ... would imagine, but observing all that stirs on either hand of him without moving his short neck ; hardly ever turning back ; of a light-brown complexion ; teeth not yet failing him...
Page 22 - Mist. Wafer. Faith, very well. Mist, Honey. He is just like a torchbearer to maskers; he wears good clothes, and is ranked in good company, but he doth nothing: thou art fain to take all and pay all.
Page 3 - s no cause, nor out of imitation, For we have evermore been imitated ; Nor out of our contention to do better, Than that which is oppos'd to ours in title ; For that was good, and better cannot be. And for the title, if it seem affected, We might as well have called it, God you good even Only that eastward, westwards still exceeds ; Honour the sun's fair rising, not his setting. Nor
Page 34 - ... that may be. Men when they are idle, and know not what to do, saith one let vs goe to the Stilliard and drinke Rhenish wine.