The Works of Sir John Suckling: Containing His Poems, Letters, and Plays

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O. Nelson, 1766 - 462 Seiten
 

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Seite 12 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Seite 40 - Which were too much that night. At length the candle's out, and now All that they had not done, they do. What that is, who can tell? But I believe it was no more Than thou and I have done before With Bridget and with Nell.
Seite 36 - Our landlord looks like nothing to him; The king (God bless him!) 'twould undo him Should he go still so drest. At Course-a-park, without all doubt, He should have first been taken out By all the maids i' th' town: Though lusty Roger there had been, Or little George upon the green, Or Vincent of the Crown.
Seite 38 - March'd boldly up like our train'd band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be entreated?
Seite 14 - tis the appetite Makes eating a delight, And if I like one dish More than another, that a pheasant is...
Seite 37 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Seite 49 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover.
Seite 6 - Modestly hoped the handsomeness of 's muse Might any deformity about him excuse. And Surely the company would have been content, If they could have found any precedent; But in all their records, either in verse or prose There was not one laureate without a nose.
Seite 38 - Her lips were red; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.

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