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A49304( 7) Nor was it Popishly inclin''d, Although by forrest law their kind, Are taught to use the Ring: What though it wore a Scarlet- Coat?
A49304A Knaves tongue and a Whores tail who can hold?
A49304But first resolve me truly this, Hath any tag or rag Put Probe into thy Orifice, Or water''d thy black nag?
A49304Fair Heroes father in a rigor, Hearing that noyse, runs down like Tygor: Quoth he who''s there?
A49304He op''s the door, and standeth still, And spake these words, What is your will?
A49304His one eye in her face did peer, Quoth he, who''d thought t''have found you here?
A49304How durst thy puling Damsel hither wander What was the talk you by yond hedg did mander?
A49304I am a King, my state in State is mighty, Shall I love her who hath sold Aqua- vitae?
A49304Is this a time for blade to shift for''s self, When Giant vile call ● Knight a sneaking Elf?
A49304Our will, quoth he, what call you that?
A49304Quoth Hero, What became of Tore?
A49304Sayes one, Ye Gods, is it your will?
A49304Shall Damsel fair( as thou must needs confess her) With Canvas apron, Cook thy meat at Dresser?
A49304Shall she that is of soft and pliant mettle,( Whose fingers silk would gaul) now scowre a Kettle?
A49304These Sons of night did straight him spy, Who''s there, quoth one?
A49304What shall I doe; Shall I love her to foot hath nere a shooe?
A49304What shall I say in this?
A49304What, was I born to fall from tree?
A49304Wilt thou forsake thy beggars life, And leave off wearing patches?
A49304quoth he,''t is I;''T is I, quoth he: is that an answer?
A49304what are ye drunk?
A49304what fate did hi ● her call thee, To tempt his strength that ha''s such power to maul thee?
A49304what''s the matter?
A89049''T were Charity for to be known Love others Children, as his owne, And why?
A89049ARe these the strings that Poets feigne, Have clear''d the Air,& calm''d the Maine?
A89049Ah, doth it worke?
A89049And therefore Oh thou vertuous Owle, The wise Minerva''s onely fowle: What at thy shrine shall I devise To offer up for Sacrifice?
A89049And what great businesse doe you think?
A89049And who, indeed, not made of Stones, Would separate such lovely ones?
A89049Another ask''t me( who was somewhat bolder) Whether I wore a Love- bagge on my shoulder?
A89049Are they like Ribons in the Mane and Tayle, Of an old wincing Mare that''s set to sale?
A89049Are women made more loyall?
A89049As Swaines in Almanacks accompt doe keep When their Cow calv''d, and when they bought their Sheep?
A89049BE not thou so foolish nice, As to be intreated twice; What should Women more incite, Then their own sweet appetite?
A89049BY this large Margent did the Poet meane To have a Comment writ upon the Scene?
A89049But Dapl''d Ladyes, if you needs must show Your nakednesse, yet pray why spotted so?
A89049Charm''d Wolves, and from the Mountain crests Made Forrests dance, with all their Beasts?
A89049Come, tell me tru, for what these Spots are set, Are they Decoyes to draw fools to your net?
A89049Could these neglected shreds you see, Inspire a Lute of Ivorie, And make it speak?
A89049Could you not have kept this breath to cool your pottage?
A89049DAme Hecuba, fye, be not coy, that look How it drew up your wrinkles, like a Book Of Vellam, at a fire?
A89049Did not thy conscious stomach finde Nature profan''d, that kind with kind Should staunch his hunger?
A89049Doth not that Artist erre, and blast his fame, Who sets out pictures lesser than the frame?
A89049Good Granam, doe but nod your tottering head, And shake your bunch of keys, you''l raise the Why may not you and I be one?
A89049HOw now, my John, what, is''t the care Of thy small Flock, that keeps thee there?
A89049Has beauty think you lustre from these spots?
A89049Hast thou no moisture, no relenting left?
A89049Have sunk her?
A89049Henry Herringman?].
A89049How can''st thou hope for entertainment, when Women make Cloaks ev''n of Committee men?
A89049How canst thou thrive When a good Cloak''s a Representative?
A89049How many do commit, for very spight, That take small pleasure in that sweet delight?
A89049How many thousand women that were Saints, Are now made sinfull by unjust restraints?
A89049If Jove- born Hercules ca n''t deale with two, Then what can I against a Legion doe?
A89049If we one Science justly may admire, What shall we here where all the Seven conspire?
A89049Is Paper fairer when''t is stain''d with blots?
A89049Is it within the power of jealous heads, To banish lust from Court, or Country beds?
A89049Judge, if thy Muse could soar so high, When pinion''s clip''d, what Bird can fly?
A89049Must we, mix''d with the zealous rout, Stand hoofeing on the vulgar stone, To hear the Cheuri- illeson?
A89049NOwnes, Gentlemen, how now?
A89049Nay, quoth Dr. Crompton, can any man draw This Fart within compasse of the Civill Law?
A89049Once to degenerate?
A89049One friend?
A89049Or hath the Bishop, in a rage, Forbid thy comming on our Stage?
A89049Or want''st thou Coyn?
A89049Quoth he, doe you see that below?
A89049Say, would you be content onely to eate Mutton or Beef, and tast no other meat?
A89049Shall savage things more freedom have Than nature unto Women gave?
A89049Suppose we being found together Had pass''d for Birds of the same feather?
A89049Swooks quoth Sir Iohn Lee, is your Arse in dotage?
A89049Tell me then, Thou that dost distribute Justice to men, Must Honours ever follow blood?
A89049Tell me, right worthy Cuckolds, if you can, What good this folly doth reflect on man?
A89049Then judge you, gentle Ladyes, of my wrong, Am I not well requited for my Song?
A89049WHat, Letters two, on New- years- day?
A89049WHy seeks my friend so vain excuse, For the long silence of his Muse; As if her faculty were worse, Because joyn''d with an empty purse?
A89049Was ever Chamberlain so mad, to dare, To lodge a child in the great bed at Ware?
A89049Was not great Jove that Swan?
A89049What think you Sir, while sleep enthral''d my head, What subject could I have, except my bed?
A89049Where neither knows his confines, but each foot Is his, where he or his, can take firme root?
A89049Why doe you hang in Clusters on my skin?
A89049Why in such hast?
A89049Why should I then usurp, and undertake The Subject of a Royall Prince to make My Prisoner?
A89049Wilt thou sit alwayes brooding ore thy theft, And part with never a penny to the Muses, Nor to thy friends, nor yet to pious uses?
A89049hath it power To guard the Tree, that none can pluck the Flower?
A89049how vainly doe I erre?
A89049nought in the house But harmlesse Lutestrings, could suffice Thy paunch, and draw thy glaring eyes?
A89049or should Vertue be grac''d, though in the meanest Mould?
A89049or want''st thou Steed?
A89049shut out?
A89049was black- brow''d night, And the whist stilnesse of it, made by Fate, To make man happy or unfortunate?
A89049where?
A43692''T is Rowland calls; what wou''d my Swine?
A43692''T is certain, quoth he: Is''t certain, quoth she?
A43692A Taylor once was bid to make a Gown; And who d''ye think''t was for?
A43692And as through Stratford- Bow I came, Says one, How d''ye, Sir?
A43692And do you love me there?
A43692And first, says ne, an, utrum, whether You do intend to speak altogether, Or singly?
A43692And so ● … 〈 … 〉 and oft cry Foh; And with 〈 … 〉 proh, cry Oh: As ô preceptor ● … 〈 … 〉 ● ras?
A43692And the third year also future to that?
A43692And then came in a very scurvy cur, Askt''em why they then made such a stir?
A43692And why should she thus ravish me, And I not ravish her again?
A43692Are a Females Eyes Such a notable Prize, As to offer thy Life for a Sacrifice?
A43692Are you sure on''t?
A43692But prethee say with who?
A43692But when, Sir?
A43692But where, Sir?
A43692But why a Trident in his hand?
A43692But why, Sir?''
A43692COme, my durty Pug, away; What the Pox d''ye mean to say?
A43692Can Venus''s Philtres so prevalent be, That thou shouldst in a Phrensie thy weakness discover, And part with thy Manhood and Birthright so free?
A43692Cause you slight me, quoth he: Do I slight you, quoth she?
A43692Come then, says Noll, we''ll go, my Doll, And see the house before; And then, says he: What then, says she?
A43692For shall I spare one, such a Rape hath done, And violence on my Soul hath lain?
A43692How ca n''t be otherways, being stuft with Lunacie, And commonly light- headed used to be?
A43692How much, Sir?
A43692How, says iste, is that the man must do''t?
A43692I am fickish, quoth he: are you sickish, quoth she?
A43692I have, says Noll: What hast, says Doll?
A43692I hope he does not think I''m running away?
A43692I vow, says Noll, I love thee, Doll: But pray, Sir, tell me where?
A43692I''d gi''thee, quoth he: Wou''d you gi''me, quoth she, But what, Sir?
A43692I''d ha''thee, quoth he: Wou''d you ha''me, quoth she?
A43692I''d hug thee, quoth he: Wou''d you hug me, quoth she?
A43692I''d kiss thee, quoth he: Wou''d you kiss me, quoth she?
A43692Is a Goddess engrav''d on her heavenly Brow?
A43692Is it because thou lov''st to range And take thy swing about?
A43692Is''t done, says he?
A43692MY Nanny, quoth he: Why Janny, quoth she, Your will, Sir?
A43692Nay, says necne, Whether or no: And so says anne: Says nonne, Is''t not so?
A43692O, Master, why 〈 … 〉 me?
A43692O, Sir,''t is most certain; and I say yes: For is not the next year future to this?
A43692One askt him why he marri''d a Northern woman?
A43692One askt why they were so cruel, To adde a flame unto the fewel Of that giddy Multitude, That then were so exceeding rude?
A43692Or else dost think my Fortune lean, And can not entertain Thee in a handsome Miss- like mean?
A43692Or were they at that time afraid To touch that Princely Coat?
A43692PRethee, Caelia, tell me why Thou''st been so strange of late?
A43692Quorsum then did ask''em to what end They quarrelled, and whither did it tend?
A43692R.''T is Roger calls: What news, you Sot?
A43692Says cupio, Then faith now I covet drink: I believe''t, says credo; but where''s the Chink Must purchase it?
A43692Says fio, How came this to be made or done?
A43692Says heus, Heark ye: so said ehodum too, What''s the cause ye make so much ado?
A43692Says quamdiu then, How long shall we stay?
A43692Says quare, Wherefore do ye jar?
A43692Says quare, Wherefore should they do''t?
A43692Says quomodo, But how can it be done?
A43692Shall a purblind Boy Thy Courage destroy, And make thee submit like a Slave to a Toy?
A43692Some are possest with dread; says atat, Out alas, What shall we do, being brought to this pass?
A43692THe Adverbs had a Quarrel, as they say: Says ubi, Where?
A43692That''s sic: sic, says he?
A43692The Tables fill''d with Bottles were, We scarce cou''d set Tobacco there; That one to ask was then so bold, Whether the Bottles were to be sold?
A43692Then all did call him cur, which made him cry, And why cur, says he?
A43692Then ego amo, I love; tu amas, thou lovest; I lle amat, he loveth: Now which loves best?
A43692This pish, pish, Groper, stand away?
A43692Thus you''ve heard the meaning of all the four Conjugations; what need I say any more?
A43692To my Chamber, quoth he: To your Chamber, quoth she?
A43692Troth, friend, thought I, I''m o''thy mind: For I am so much gaul''d behind, There''s no place free, it is so tore, How cou''d it then gaul any more?
A43692Truly, forsooth, I was never a Blab Of my Tongue: Wou''d you a done it?
A43692Vnde askt from whence comes all this prate?
A43692Vos amatis, ye love; why shou''d ye not?
A43692WHy shou''d we ere Beauty fade, Slaves to Care and Age be made, Since our flying Youth can no more be had?
A43692WHy should we ere think of Love?
A43692We''ll not be confin''d: Can they want any thing that are merry?
A43692What Goods, says Doll?
A43692What Object now has took thy eye, That I am thus so soon laid by, As one that''s out of date?
A43692What else, says she?
A43692What is she some Angel, thou valuest her so?
A43692What makes thy Master send thus every day?
A43692What then, says Doll?
A43692When a man is dumb, how can''s mind be exprest?
A43692When we d we, says he?
A43692Where is''t, says she?
A43692Which way, says qua?
A43692Whither shall we flie, says quo?
A43692Who got the Child, says she, you Jade?
A43692Who is''t, says he?
A43692Why did you not cry out, you Drab, When first you saw he begun it?
A43692Why did you not then sooner go, You errant Quean, before''t was known?
A43692Why some Money, quoth he: O some Money, quoth she?
A43692Why there, Sir?
A43692Why this proud and coy denying,''Cause I there my hand did lay?
A43692Why this stir?
A43692Why where was I?
A43692Why where, you Whore?
A43692Why, why, says Doll?
A43692Wil ● thou stoop to the checks Of the Feminine Sex, That dayly does study poor Mortals to vex?
A43692are you lame, Or are you gaul''d, and is it sore?
A43692in what place, I pray?
A43692what,''cause y''are Foreman O''th''Jury?
A43692why this denying?
A96974A perphum''d cordovant who would not wear, Because it s sent is borrowed other where?
A96974AM I once more blest with a grace so high As to be lookt on with that other eye?
A96974And plant no Orchards, because apples first Made Adam and his lineall race accurst?
A96974Are all these wonders false?
A96974Are apples thought lesse sound and sweet When honey specks and red doe meet?
A96974Art sick man?
A96974BY this large margent did the Poet mean To have a Comment wrote upon the Scene?
A96974Blest Soule, who thus internally hast eyed Thy Saviour; how hast thou been sanctified?
A96974But fortune how wilt recompence The Frenchmens daily insolence?
A96974But these are common, would you see that thing In which our King delights, which in our King?
A96974But to forsake thee ever, could there be A thought of such impossibility?
A96974Can there be a thing Under the heavenly Isis that can bring More love unto my life, or can present My Genius with a fuller blandishment?
A96974Could all thy oaths and morgag''d trust Vanish like letters form ● d in dust, Which the next wind scatters?
A96974Doe not some boast of raggs?
A96974For can there be Twixt earth and Heaven analogy?
A96974GRiefs prodigals where are you?
A96974Griefe who needs fear That hath an ear?
A96974Has fortune made thee poor, dost thou desire To heap up glorious mire?
A96974Hath cruell nature so thy senses bound Thou canst not judge of sounds?
A96974Hath not each creature which hath daily birth Something which resembles Heaven or Earth?
A96974Have I divorc''d thee onely to combine ▪ And quench my lust upon some other wine?
A96974Have you beheld a sprightfull Lady stand To have her frame drawn by a painters hand?
A96974How many Images of great heires, which Had nothing but the sin of being rich, Shine in our Temples?
A96974I wonder by what dower, Or patent you had power From all to rape a judgement?
A96974Is it because the brethrens fires Maintaine a glasse- house in Black- friers?
A96974Is our Kings person lesse esteemd because We read him in our Coynes as well as Laws?
A96974Is this a lye?
A96974MUst then our loves be short still?
A96974Must axiomes hence grow sadly understood, And we thus see t is dangerous to be good?
A96974NOt kiss?
A96974No limb of Mary stand?
A96974Nor i st the workmans fault; for what can be I would faine know like to a Deity?
A96974Now smile upon thy torment, pretty thing How will you use it?
A96974O who will blame the fruitfull trees When too much gum or sap he sees?
A96974Or can this best conceal his lips, And shew Communion sitting hips?
A96974Or i st the Cloak which Nixon brought To trim the Tub where Golledge taught?
A96974Or seal so strong?
A96974Or shall I think it once more sent againe To iterate my souls sweet lasting paine?
A96974Or shall a trencher or dish stand In competition with your hand?
A96974Or was the Cloak St. Pauls?
A96974Or will a Diamond shine lesse clear If in the midst a soile appear?
A96974Release this tongue which erst could say Home Scollers; drawer what''s to pay?
A96974SAw you the Cloak at Church to day The long- worne short Cloak lined with Say?
A96974See where he suffers for thee, see His body taken from the tree: Had ever death such life before?
A96974Shall every Saint suffer John Baptists doom?
A96974Shall not their heads have room in the window who Founded our Church and our Religion too?
A96974Should I a golden speckled Serpent kisse Because the colour which he wears is his?
A96974Should we love darknesse and abhor the Sun Cause Persians gave it adoration?
A96974Suppose some ignorant Heathen once did bow To Images, may we not see them now?
A96974THe Parliament cries arme, the King says no; The new Lievtenants cry on, le ts go; The People all amaz''d, ask where''s the foe?
A96974Tell me, mad youngsters, what doe you believe It cost good Sambourne nothing to be Sheriffe?
A96974The child, the grave, the monument is gone: Or if upon the child we write a staffe, Where shall we write the tombs own Epitaph?
A96974Thou who hast such superfluous store of gaine, Why strikst thou one whose ruine is thy shame?
A96974Upon so many loaves of home- made bread, How long might he and his two men have fed?
A96974VIew this large Gallery faced with mats and say, Is it not purer then Joves milky way?
A96974WEre they not Angells sang, did not mine eares Drink in a sacred Anthem from you sphears?
A96974WHat Magick art Compells my soule to fly away, And leave desert My poor composed trunck of clay?
A96974WHat mystery is this that I should find My blood in kissing you to stay behind?
A96974Was I not blest with Charles and Maries name, Names wherein dwells all Musick?
A96974What could you doe in Lent so meet As, fittest dresse, to wear a sheet?
A96974What had the Man no Gown to wear, Or was this sent him from the Mayor?
A96974What is the mirth?
A96974What is your praise When Philomel her notes doth raise?
A96974What then if these were Popish reliques?
A96974What''s more magnificent then Heaven?
A96974When you have brought forth your like the world will know You are his Child; what Picture can doe so?
A96974Where shall we write the Epitaph?
A96974Why are those happy looks( the which have bin Time past so fragant) sickly now drawn in Like a dull twilight?
A96974Why ca n''t the Oxe then in the nativity Be Imagd forth, but Papists Bulls are nigh?
A96974Why frowns my sweet?
A96974Will you believe ought comes from thence?
A96974Wilt thou not smile, or tell me what amisse, Have I bin cold to hug thee, too remisse And temperate in embracings?
A96974Yet shall Christs Sepulcher have nere a Tomb?
A96974Yet you nere find for Papist: shall we say Banbury is turnd Rome, because we may See the holy Lamb and Christopher?
A96974You dare admit gay paint upon a wall, Why then in glasse that held Apocriphall?
A96974You that do live with Chirurgeons, have you seen A spring of blood forst from a swelling vein?
A96974and could so soon that tie Relent in slack Apostasie?
A96974and onely this True mongst so many impossibilities?
A96974has desire To thee- ward died in the embers, and no fire Left in this rak''d up ash- heap as a mark To testifie the glowing of a spark?
A96974must we chuse Not to enjoy?
A96974must we forget Christs cross as soon as past the Alphabet?
A96974nay more The Altar stone set at the Tavern doore?
A96974only admire& loose?
A96974unthrifts wher?
A96974what good If on thy coarse a Marble quarry stood?
A96974what is the mellody That sets them in this Gentiles vanity?
A96974whereon?
A66741''t is a lye, I''le not believe it, no not I; If Love be blind how can he then Discerne to hit the hearts of men?
A667413, Love blind?
A66741A little pausing then said he, How can this Jewel stay from thee?
A66741ARt thou the Phoenix?
A66741Alack then for pity, must I bear the curse, That onely belong to the cunning Cut- purse?
A66741Alas how can a kiss be sent, From Rocky Cornwall into Kent?
A66741Alas,& c. Ships, ships, ships, I discover Crossing the maine; Shall I in, and over, Turn Jew or Atheist, Turk or Papist, To Geneva or Amsterdam?
A66741And constant Robin, though he lie At his advantage, what care I?
A66741And ever she singeth as I can guess, Will you buy any sand, any sand, mistress?
A66741And every man will spend his peny, What makes such a shot amongst a great many?
A66741Arise, arise, why should you sleep, Since you have slept enough?
A66741Bad woman, did not I Deserve as much as quiet misery?
A66741Bishopricks are voiding, Scotland shall I thither?
A66741Bold saucy Leads, that( as proud Coblers do) Durst pass their bounds& touch above the shoe; But why do I the Leads ambition blame?
A66741But ere that street they quite have past, He softly askes, what Money hast?
A66741But in attaining this desired place, How much they erre that set out at the face?
A66741But was my Gown cut in this uncouth guise?
A66741But when my heat was or''e, I speak thus to her Why did''st thou play the wag?
A66741Can men more injure women than to say, They love for that, by which they are not they Makes vertue woman?
A66741Canst thou find out no other way Similitude to make?
A66741Canst thou not know that for thy sake, The Fair lasts all the year?
A66741Come my new Courtiers, what d''ye lack Good Consciences?
A66741DO I want torture then, that I Loves awful power must thus defie?
A66741Dost thou piss love?
A66741Dull clown, quoth she, why dost delay Such proffered bless to take?
A66741FOnd love what dost thou mean, To court an idle folly?
A66741For alwayes he doubts the rocks are near, how can he be merry and make good chear?
A66741Gallants all of British bloud, VVhy do not ye saile on th''Ocean flood?
A66741Go haste, why Sir?
A66741HA''you any work for a Tinker mistris?
A66741HOw is''t nine taylors make a man up, when One taylor is enough to mar nine men?
A66741Have women such a way as they can give To men denial, and with love to live?
A66741He meets int h''street with freind call''d Will, And cries, you Rogue, what living still?
A66741He moileth and toileth all the long year, How can he be merry and make good chear?
A66741How mad is that damn''d money- monger?
A66741I Courted a Lasse, my folly was the cause of her disdaining; I courted her thus, what shall I sweet Dolly, doe for thy dear loves obteining?
A66741I Pray thee Drunkard get thee gone, Thy Mistresse Sack doth smell too strong: Think you I intend to we d, A sloven to be- piss my bed?
A66741It hath been upbraided to men of my Trade, That oft- times we are the cause of this crime, Alack and for pity, why should it be said?
A66741It is a Bile, what Epithete shall I Finde for to call so dull a creature by?
A66741LOve blind?
A66741Mad wag, quoth she, why dost thou make Such hast thy self to reare?
A66741Nay fie, you hurt me, let me go, If you so roughly use me, What can I say, or think of you?
A66741Now say my rimes are dull, and you''l say true; And are not you as dull to read them too?
A66741Now whi ● her shall I wander?
A66741One single Crown which he doth keep, When day is done to pray for sleep: For he on Journey nought doth eate, Host spies him come, cries Sir what meat?
A66741Or else do you resolve from hence, To non- plus my obedience?
A66741Or follow Windebank, or Finch to see if either Do want a Priest to shrieve them?
A66741Or how can Sussex stretch an arme, To keep a Northern servant warme?
A66741Or in old stories do you find, That Love is deaf as well as blind?
A66741Or was''t because our company Did not frequent the Cell As we were wo nt, to drown these cares, Thou fox''d thy self and fell?
A66741Or was''t some higher cause?
A66741Or whi ● her shall I flye?
A66741Quoth freind a Crown:''S''heart Thou beast no more?
A66741Quoth he, ca n''t noble numbers choose, But walk on foot that have no shooes?
A66741SAw you the States- mony new come from the Mint?
A66741SAy, but did you love so long?
A66741SUre''t was a dream, how long fond man have I Been fool''d into captivity?
A66741Shall I proclaim thee block- head?
A66741She every day her man doth kill, And I as often die; Neither her power, nor my will VVhere lies the mystery?
A66741Stuffs, said I?
A66741The Females only Scape?
A66741The Iron- Age, quoth he that used to sing?
A66741The Mayor of our town with his ruffe on, VVhat a pox is he better then we?
A66741Then apace, apace drink,& c. Why should we stay here then and perish with thirst?
A66741Then pray be not so fond, Think you that women can Rest satisfied with complement, The frothy part of man?
A66741This to my minde the Black- Smith''s Song doth bring The Black- Smiths, quoth Ulysses?
A66741Those glances I ador''d before, How do I now despise?
A66741Thou look''st to have bin praised all this while, Shall I commend thee then?
A66741Thus have you heard my Mistriss prais''d, And yet no flattery us''d, Pray tell me, is she not of worth?
A66741Thy Beauty and thy Love defend, I should ungently move thee''T is blisses sweet that I intend, It is not I that love thee?
A66741Unhappy miter, I would know The cause of thy sad hap; VVas it for making leggs too low To Pembrokes Cardinals cap?
A66741Upon record; how desperate wer''t thou bent T''invite me to a wedding Complement?
A66741VVell met fair boy, what sport abroad?
A66741VVere ever dogs so basely crost?
A66741VVhat love of honour in your brests did turn Those sparks of fury into flames to burn?
A66741VVho shall be our King, that is now the thing For which we all are met?
A66741VVhy man?
A66741VVhy should we droop or basely stoop, To popular ale or beer?
A66741WHat heat of Learning kindled your desire You cursed sons to set your house on fire?
A66741WHat is''t that fans my fancies thus?
A66741WHy faire vow- breaker, hath thy sinne thought fit, I be the curst example of thy wit, As well as scorn?
A66741WHy should we not laugh and be jolly, Since all the World is mad?
A66741Was I thy friend or kinsman?
A66741What Arabella can one night Of wanton dalliance try you?
A66741What is''t I would not doe To purchase one sweet smile?
A66741What though my love as white as a Dove is?
A66741What was familiar with thee saving thought?
A66741Who liveth so merrily in all this land, As doth the poor widow that sells her sand?
A66741Who liveth so merry and maketh such sport As those that be of the poorer sort?
A66741Who would desire a pleasanter thing, Than all the day long to do nothing but sing?
A66741Who would not fear to see that fall?
A66741Who would not wish there to see all?
A66741Why then abhor''d in reason tell me why, Successelesse Lovers do so quickly die?
A66741art thou all steel, Let me feel, From the head unto the heel?
A66741had I ought?
A66741how can his darts surprize Our hearts then, piercing through our eyes?
A66741how love I that?
A66741is there such a Song?
A66741must I cool my bloud Till I both find and see one wise and good?
A66741were the hot gods Phoebus and Vulcan cold friends now at ods?
A66741what name so bad by which to call Her servants negligence that let her fall?
A66741whether wilt thou go?
A66741who saies so?
A52015( bad womn) have not I Deserv''d as much as quiet misery?
A52015A VVoman lately fiercely did assail Her husband with sharp speech, but sharper nail; On that stood by and saw her, to her sed Why do you use him so?
A52015AH cruel Glasse ● … didst thou not see, Chloris alone too hard for me?
A52015ANd how?
A52015All silent brethren, and yet none Can speake by inspiration?
A52015Am I thy freind or kinsman?
A52015And as they us''d our meaning to conceale; The ayre by which we breathe, will that turne fogg?
A52015And by thy needy quarters go, Asking the way to Camp of fo?
A52015And can she be thus costive now While things are carried( heaven knowes how) While Church and State with fury parch, Or zeal as mad as hare in March?
A52015And in the selfe same language must wee find, A diverse faction of the wordes and mind?
A52015And saw''st thou not, how right or wrong The common prayer- book went along?
A52015And where''s the Stoick, can his wrath appease To see his Countrey sick of Pym''s disease?
A52015And with thine owne hand hasten on my end?
A52015And yet thou comm''st not; Why dost pause And there continue, keeping Dawes?
A52015At interim nostras quid involant dapes?
A52015At jus rapinas hasce defendit vetus?
A52015Besides( if modestye may judge) what i st But a supply to each Evangelist?
A52015Bombamachidisque fit bolus myrmeciis?
A52015But oh how little like her selfe when shee VVhose upcast, downe cast lookes, behold the tree?
A52015By Scotch- invasion, to be made a prey To such Pig- widgin Myrmidons as they?
A52015COuld he forget his death?
A52015CUrae Deo sumus, ista si cedant Scoto?
A52015Can such a dreadfull tempest be, And yet not shake the North and thee?
A52015Can you accuse mee?
A52015Canst thou doe this?
A52015Canst thou doe this?
A52015Come Ladds,& Lasses, vvhat do you lack?
A52015Dares none so conscious of his merit, Or presuming on the sperit, With an edifying greeting Gratulate this zealous meeting?
A52015Death put a trick upon him, and what was''t?
A52015Didst thou not scourse, as if inchanted, For Articles Sir Thomas granted, And barter, as an Author saith, The Articles o''th''Christian faith?
A52015Didst thou not treat for Bristow Citty And yeld it up?
A52015Does Hostesse stay thy steed perforce, For that which was not fault of Horse?
A52015Doth not her face more fully speake her heart And joy, than text or comment can impart?
A52015Ecquis, è Stoâ, suam Iam temperet bilem?
A52015Egyptus ista perdit, aufert Israel An bibliorum nescis hos satellites?
A52015FOwre hundred thousand pounds A lusty bag indeed ▪ Was''t ever knowne so vast a sum Ere past the river Tw ● … de?
A52015Fallax Ierna viperae nihil foves Scoto Colono?
A52015Fayrest of women, canst thou bee my friend?
A52015For such to have a canvse in?
A52015Gold now is drosse, and Oracles are stuffe With us, for why?
A52015HAst Night unto thy Center, are thy winges Rul''d by the course of dull clockt plummetings?
A52015Had woman such a way as shee can give To man deniall, as of love to live?
A52015Hadst thou, for this, charge of the Keyes Old as the Castle?
A52015Hast thou been honour''d with the knee Of the Time- aged- Porter?
A52015Hast thou not leave as light as feather?
A52015He lifted up the coverlett, He lifted up the sheet, How now, how now, thou littell Musgrave Doest thou find my lady sweet?
A52015Here''s a Health unto the King, how now?
A52015How can''st thou from the place retire VVhere beauty doth command desire?
A52015I aske thee whence those active fires Take light which glide through burnisht aire?
A52015I aske thee whence those ashes were Which shrine themselves in plaits of haire?
A52015I aske thee whence those ruddy bloomes Pierce on her cheekes on scarlet gownes?
A52015I aske whence are those aires that flye From birds in sweetest harmony?
A52015I le ask thee of the lilly, whence It gaind that type of innocence?
A52015If Knights possest no more then where they sate What were they greater then a meaner state?
A52015If it be so, what did he then amiss, In sending him the sooner to his bliss?
A52015If thou bee''st wind, O then refrain From wracking me whilst I complain; If thou bee''st wind, then leight thou art And yet how heavy is my heart?
A52015Is not thy hawke upon a perch?
A52015O Robbin dost thou love me so well?
A52015O Tell mee, tell, thou god of winde In all thy cavernes canst thou find A vapor, flame, a gale or blast Like to a sigh which love doth cast?
A52015O Women,& c. Where is the decency becom; Which your fore- mothers had?
A52015One throws milk on my clothes, T''other playes with my nose; What wanton signes are those?
A52015Or breath turne mist; will that become a Clogg Which should unload the mind?
A52015Or ha''st thou nimm''d from saddle bow A pistoll through thy troope, or so?
A52015Or i''st not justice they that pas''d The pleasure, should the bitter taste?
A52015Or solde some landes, lef''t out o th''mapp?
A52015Or vomitt, by a neerer way, Discharge what in the stomak lay?
A52015Perceiv''dst thou not her charming sight, Did ravish mine in cruell fight?
A52015Praetorianis queis cohortibus, Hier ● … salem triariis) spes nititur novae Sororcularum?
A52015Pray tell me, Iohn, did it not nettle Thee, and thy Myrmidons of Mettle, To see the boy with country- lash, Drive on the jades that drew the cash?
A52015SCylla is toouthlesse; yet when she was young, She had both tooth enough, and too much tongue: What should I now of toothlesse Scylla say?
A52015SO lowd a lye on Sunday rung, So thicke a troupe, so grave a thrung, Assembled in a Church, to laugh, At nothing?
A52015So staunch a Muse as thine ner''e won The Grecian prize; how did she earne?
A52015Stuffs, said I?
A52015THoul''t mend to morrow, thus thou still tell''st me Faine would I know but this, when that will be?
A52015That fatall tree whereon the Lord of breath Expos''d himselfe to th''tyranny of death; VVas ever sorow so set forth?
A52015That we must drink in conventicles?
A52015The Iron- Age, quoth he that used to sing?
A52015The bayes she brought from Epsom Fearne?
A52015Then Madam Nature wears black patches too?
A52015These thoughts when I was lovely smooth?
A52015This morning comes as slow as Platoes yeare, What might this morning cost( for sure t is deare?)
A52015This to my mind the Black- Smith''s Song doth bring The Black- Smiths, quoth Ulisses?
A52015Thy steed eats oats and hay; And thou fair Lady in thine armes, And wouldst thou bee away?
A52015To these my thoughts which I now entertaine Doe not my Cheeks grow flik& young again?
A52015Unknowne to me?
A52015WHy faire vow- breaker, have thy sinnes thought fit That I be curst example of thy wit As well as scornes?
A52015WHy how now friend, why com''st no ● … hither?
A52015WHy what( a good year) means my Iohn?
A52015Was it for this you left your leaner soil, Thus to lard Israel with Aegypts spoyl?
A52015What do I now perceive?
A52015What do you mean to do?
A52015What shall our Nation be in bondage thus Unto a Land that truckles under us?
A52015What''s that golden architecture If I may not touch the nectar?
A52015What''s the golden fruit to me So I may not shake the tree?
A52015Where is thy sense, of publike feares?
A52015Where might a man that bliss- full morning finde, In vast Armenia, or in urmost Inde?
A52015Where words first made our meanings to reveale?
A52015Whilst cousning Miles the bell still knockt T''increase the number of the mockt?
A52015Why could not nostrells, eyes, or eare, By milde expences vent you there?
A52015Will all thy body runne out here?
A52015Will vaynes, and sinnews, flesh, and bone Be gadding, and leave nock alone?
A52015With,& c. He made him a viall to play thereupon, With,& c. What did he doe with her fingers so small?
A52015With,& c. He made him peggs to his Violl withall; With,& c. What did he doe with her nose- ridge?
A52015With,& c. Unto his Violl he made him a bridge, With,& c. What did he do with her Veynes so blewe?
A52015and how?
A52015and the payes Of Men unborne?
A52015ever came Ought in by me did body blame?
A52015fall wee upon Another Babells Sub- confusion?
A52015hast thou cry''d quittance With Mountaine, Bishop, and his Brittaines Who after all his changes, had Yet one trick more, to make John mad?
A52015is there such a Song?
A52015none so good To satisfie the hungry croud; With holsome doctrine; none so hardy With an howers talke to quitt the tardy?
A52015or why?
A52015pardon heavens; when halfe Had Gods marke on them?
A52015patria quando ● … ue Tam Pym ● … ianâ, i d est pediculosâ, perit?
A52015that every houre Was emblem''d to it by the fading flowre: Should he not mind his end?
A52015that never took A name, but from thy Muster- Book?
A52015what a pain is love, How shall I bear it?
A52015what pickles?
A52015what will rythme to that?)
A52015where canst thou seek So blest a place as in her cheek?
A52015who knowes how To fadom thought, or tye the starres in strings?
A52015who would be but vext To see such pal ● … ryes here, and none it''h text?
A52015why had not I?
A52015with,& c. He made him strings to his Viole thereto; with,& c. What did he doe with her eyes so bright?
A52015with,& c. Unto the violl it spake enough; with,& c. What did he doe with her two shinnes?
A52015with,& c. Upon his Violl he playd at first sight; with,& c. What did he doe with her tongue soe rough?
A52015— But Sir,''Is''t your intent I should draw her in both parts excellent?