This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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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? |
A49304 | A Knaves tongue and a Whores tail who can hold? |
A49304 | But first resolve me truly this, Hath any tag or rag Put Probe into thy Orifice, Or water''d thy black nag? |
A49304 | Fair Heroes father in a rigor, Hearing that noyse, runs down like Tygor: Quoth he who''s there? |
A49304 | He op''s the door, and standeth still, And spake these words, What is your will? |
A49304 | His one eye in her face did peer, Quoth he, who''d thought t''have found you here? |
A49304 | How durst thy puling Damsel hither wander What was the talk you by yond hedg did mander? |
A49304 | I am a King, my state in State is mighty, Shall I love her who hath sold Aqua- vitae? |
A49304 | Is this a time for blade to shift for''s self, When Giant vile call ● Knight a sneaking Elf? |
A49304 | Our will, quoth he, what call you that? |
A49304 | Quoth Hero, What became of Tore? |
A49304 | Sayes one, Ye Gods, is it your will? |
A49304 | Shall Damsel fair( as thou must needs confess her) With Canvas apron, Cook thy meat at Dresser? |
A49304 | Shall she that is of soft and pliant mettle,( Whose fingers silk would gaul) now scowre a Kettle? |
A49304 | These Sons of night did straight him spy, Who''s there, quoth one? |
A49304 | What shall I doe; Shall I love her to foot hath nere a shooe? |
A49304 | What shall I say in this? |
A49304 | What, was I born to fall from tree? |
A49304 | Wilt thou forsake thy beggars life, And leave off wearing patches? |
A49304 | quoth he,''t is I;''T is I, quoth he: is that an answer? |
A49304 | what are ye drunk? |
A49304 | what fate did hi ● her call thee, To tempt his strength that ha''s such power to maul thee? |
A49304 | what''s the matter? |
A89049 | ''T were Charity for to be known Love others Children, as his owne, And why? |
A89049 | ARe these the strings that Poets feigne, Have clear''d the Air,& calm''d the Maine? |
A89049 | Ah, doth it worke? |
A89049 | And therefore Oh thou vertuous Owle, The wise Minerva''s onely fowle: What at thy shrine shall I devise To offer up for Sacrifice? |
A89049 | And what great businesse doe you think? |
A89049 | And who, indeed, not made of Stones, Would separate such lovely ones? |
A89049 | Another ask''t me( who was somewhat bolder) Whether I wore a Love- bagge on my shoulder? |
A89049 | Are they like Ribons in the Mane and Tayle, Of an old wincing Mare that''s set to sale? |
A89049 | Are women made more loyall? |
A89049 | As Swaines in Almanacks accompt doe keep When their Cow calv''d, and when they bought their Sheep? |
A89049 | BE not thou so foolish nice, As to be intreated twice; What should Women more incite, Then their own sweet appetite? |
A89049 | BY this large Margent did the Poet meane To have a Comment writ upon the Scene? |
A89049 | But Dapl''d Ladyes, if you needs must show Your nakednesse, yet pray why spotted so? |
A89049 | Charm''d Wolves, and from the Mountain crests Made Forrests dance, with all their Beasts? |
A89049 | Come, tell me tru, for what these Spots are set, Are they Decoyes to draw fools to your net? |
A89049 | Could these neglected shreds you see, Inspire a Lute of Ivorie, And make it speak? |
A89049 | Could you not have kept this breath to cool your pottage? |
A89049 | DAme Hecuba, fye, be not coy, that look How it drew up your wrinkles, like a Book Of Vellam, at a fire? |
A89049 | Did not thy conscious stomach finde Nature profan''d, that kind with kind Should staunch his hunger? |
A89049 | Doth not that Artist erre, and blast his fame, Who sets out pictures lesser than the frame? |
A89049 | Good 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? |
A89049 | HOw now, my John, what, is''t the care Of thy small Flock, that keeps thee there? |
A89049 | Has beauty think you lustre from these spots? |
A89049 | Hast thou no moisture, no relenting left? |
A89049 | Have sunk her? |
A89049 | Henry Herringman?]. |
A89049 | How can''st thou hope for entertainment, when Women make Cloaks ev''n of Committee men? |
A89049 | How canst thou thrive When a good Cloak''s a Representative? |
A89049 | How many do commit, for very spight, That take small pleasure in that sweet delight? |
A89049 | How many thousand women that were Saints, Are now made sinfull by unjust restraints? |
A89049 | If Jove- born Hercules ca n''t deale with two, Then what can I against a Legion doe? |
A89049 | If we one Science justly may admire, What shall we here where all the Seven conspire? |
A89049 | Is Paper fairer when''t is stain''d with blots? |
A89049 | Is it within the power of jealous heads, To banish lust from Court, or Country beds? |
A89049 | Judge, if thy Muse could soar so high, When pinion''s clip''d, what Bird can fly? |
A89049 | Must we, mix''d with the zealous rout, Stand hoofeing on the vulgar stone, To hear the Cheuri- illeson? |
A89049 | NOwnes, Gentlemen, how now? |
A89049 | Nay, quoth Dr. Crompton, can any man draw This Fart within compasse of the Civill Law? |
A89049 | Once to degenerate? |
A89049 | One friend? |
A89049 | Or hath the Bishop, in a rage, Forbid thy comming on our Stage? |
A89049 | Or want''st thou Coyn? |
A89049 | Quoth he, doe you see that below? |
A89049 | Say, would you be content onely to eate Mutton or Beef, and tast no other meat? |
A89049 | Shall savage things more freedom have Than nature unto Women gave? |
A89049 | Suppose we being found together Had pass''d for Birds of the same feather? |
A89049 | Swooks quoth Sir Iohn Lee, is your Arse in dotage? |
A89049 | Tell me then, Thou that dost distribute Justice to men, Must Honours ever follow blood? |
A89049 | Tell me, right worthy Cuckolds, if you can, What good this folly doth reflect on man? |
A89049 | Then judge you, gentle Ladyes, of my wrong, Am I not well requited for my Song? |
A89049 | WHat, Letters two, on New- years- day? |
A89049 | WHy 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? |
A89049 | Was ever Chamberlain so mad, to dare, To lodge a child in the great bed at Ware? |
A89049 | Was not great Jove that Swan? |
A89049 | What think you Sir, while sleep enthral''d my head, What subject could I have, except my bed? |
A89049 | Where neither knows his confines, but each foot Is his, where he or his, can take firme root? |
A89049 | Why doe you hang in Clusters on my skin? |
A89049 | Why in such hast? |
A89049 | Why should I then usurp, and undertake The Subject of a Royall Prince to make My Prisoner? |
A89049 | Wilt 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? |
A89049 | hath it power To guard the Tree, that none can pluck the Flower? |
A89049 | how vainly doe I erre? |
A89049 | nought in the house But harmlesse Lutestrings, could suffice Thy paunch, and draw thy glaring eyes? |
A89049 | or should Vertue be grac''d, though in the meanest Mould? |
A89049 | or want''st thou Steed? |
A89049 | shut out? |
A89049 | was black- brow''d night, And the whist stilnesse of it, made by Fate, To make man happy or unfortunate? |
A89049 | where? |
A43692 | ''T is Rowland calls; what wou''d my Swine? |
A43692 | ''T is certain, quoth he: Is''t certain, quoth she? |
A43692 | A Taylor once was bid to make a Gown; And who d''ye think''t was for? |
A43692 | And as through Stratford- Bow I came, Says one, How d''ye, Sir? |
A43692 | And do you love me there? |
A43692 | And first, says ne, an, utrum, whether You do intend to speak altogether, Or singly? |
A43692 | And so ● … 〈 … 〉 and oft cry Foh; And with 〈 … 〉 proh, cry Oh: As ô preceptor ● … 〈 … 〉 ● ras? |
A43692 | And the third year also future to that? |
A43692 | And then came in a very scurvy cur, Askt''em why they then made such a stir? |
A43692 | And why should she thus ravish me, And I not ravish her again? |
A43692 | Are a Females Eyes Such a notable Prize, As to offer thy Life for a Sacrifice? |
A43692 | Are you sure on''t? |
A43692 | But prethee say with who? |
A43692 | But when, Sir? |
A43692 | But where, Sir? |
A43692 | But why a Trident in his hand? |
A43692 | But why, Sir?'' |
A43692 | COme, my durty Pug, away; What the Pox d''ye mean to say? |
A43692 | Can Venus''s Philtres so prevalent be, That thou shouldst in a Phrensie thy weakness discover, And part with thy Manhood and Birthright so free? |
A43692 | Cause you slight me, quoth he: Do I slight you, quoth she? |
A43692 | Come then, says Noll, we''ll go, my Doll, And see the house before; And then, says he: What then, says she? |
A43692 | For shall I spare one, such a Rape hath done, And violence on my Soul hath lain? |
A43692 | How ca n''t be otherways, being stuft with Lunacie, And commonly light- headed used to be? |
A43692 | How much, Sir? |
A43692 | How, says iste, is that the man must do''t? |
A43692 | I am fickish, quoth he: are you sickish, quoth she? |
A43692 | I have, says Noll: What hast, says Doll? |
A43692 | I hope he does not think I''m running away? |
A43692 | I vow, says Noll, I love thee, Doll: But pray, Sir, tell me where? |
A43692 | I''d gi''thee, quoth he: Wou''d you gi''me, quoth she, But what, Sir? |
A43692 | I''d ha''thee, quoth he: Wou''d you ha''me, quoth she? |
A43692 | I''d hug thee, quoth he: Wou''d you hug me, quoth she? |
A43692 | I''d kiss thee, quoth he: Wou''d you kiss me, quoth she? |
A43692 | Is a Goddess engrav''d on her heavenly Brow? |
A43692 | Is it because thou lov''st to range And take thy swing about? |
A43692 | Is''t done, says he? |
A43692 | MY Nanny, quoth he: Why Janny, quoth she, Your will, Sir? |
A43692 | Nay, says necne, Whether or no: And so says anne: Says nonne, Is''t not so? |
A43692 | O, Master, why 〈 … 〉 me? |
A43692 | O, Sir,''t is most certain; and I say yes: For is not the next year future to this? |
A43692 | One askt him why he marri''d a Northern woman? |
A43692 | One askt why they were so cruel, To adde a flame unto the fewel Of that giddy Multitude, That then were so exceeding rude? |
A43692 | Or else dost think my Fortune lean, And can not entertain Thee in a handsome Miss- like mean? |
A43692 | Or were they at that time afraid To touch that Princely Coat? |
A43692 | PRethee, Caelia, tell me why Thou''st been so strange of late? |
A43692 | Quorsum then did ask''em to what end They quarrelled, and whither did it tend? |
A43692 | R.''T is Roger calls: What news, you Sot? |
A43692 | Says cupio, Then faith now I covet drink: I believe''t, says credo; but where''s the Chink Must purchase it? |
A43692 | Says fio, How came this to be made or done? |
A43692 | Says heus, Heark ye: so said ehodum too, What''s the cause ye make so much ado? |
A43692 | Says quamdiu then, How long shall we stay? |
A43692 | Says quare, Wherefore do ye jar? |
A43692 | Says quare, Wherefore should they do''t? |
A43692 | Says quomodo, But how can it be done? |
A43692 | Shall a purblind Boy Thy Courage destroy, And make thee submit like a Slave to a Toy? |
A43692 | Some are possest with dread; says atat, Out alas, What shall we do, being brought to this pass? |
A43692 | THe Adverbs had a Quarrel, as they say: Says ubi, Where? |
A43692 | That''s sic: sic, says he? |
A43692 | The 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? |
A43692 | Then all did call him cur, which made him cry, And why cur, says he? |
A43692 | Then ego amo, I love; tu amas, thou lovest; I lle amat, he loveth: Now which loves best? |
A43692 | This pish, pish, Groper, stand away? |
A43692 | Thus you''ve heard the meaning of all the four Conjugations; what need I say any more? |
A43692 | To my Chamber, quoth he: To your Chamber, quoth she? |
A43692 | Troth, 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? |
A43692 | Truly, forsooth, I was never a Blab Of my Tongue: Wou''d you a done it? |
A43692 | Vnde askt from whence comes all this prate? |
A43692 | Vos amatis, ye love; why shou''d ye not? |
A43692 | WHy shou''d we ere Beauty fade, Slaves to Care and Age be made, Since our flying Youth can no more be had? |
A43692 | WHy should we ere think of Love? |
A43692 | We''ll not be confin''d: Can they want any thing that are merry? |
A43692 | What Goods, says Doll? |
A43692 | What Object now has took thy eye, That I am thus so soon laid by, As one that''s out of date? |
A43692 | What else, says she? |
A43692 | What is she some Angel, thou valuest her so? |
A43692 | What makes thy Master send thus every day? |
A43692 | What then, says Doll? |
A43692 | When a man is dumb, how can''s mind be exprest? |
A43692 | When we d we, says he? |
A43692 | Where is''t, says she? |
A43692 | Which way, says qua? |
A43692 | Whither shall we flie, says quo? |
A43692 | Who got the Child, says she, you Jade? |
A43692 | Who is''t, says he? |
A43692 | Why did you not cry out, you Drab, When first you saw he begun it? |
A43692 | Why did you not then sooner go, You errant Quean, before''t was known? |
A43692 | Why some Money, quoth he: O some Money, quoth she? |
A43692 | Why there, Sir? |
A43692 | Why this proud and coy denying,''Cause I there my hand did lay? |
A43692 | Why this stir? |
A43692 | Why where was I? |
A43692 | Why where, you Whore? |
A43692 | Why, why, says Doll? |
A43692 | Wil ● thou stoop to the checks Of the Feminine Sex, That dayly does study poor Mortals to vex? |
A43692 | are you lame, Or are you gaul''d, and is it sore? |
A43692 | in what place, I pray? |
A43692 | what,''cause y''are Foreman O''th''Jury? |
A43692 | why this denying? |
A96974 | A perphum''d cordovant who would not wear, Because it s sent is borrowed other where? |
A96974 | AM I once more blest with a grace so high As to be lookt on with that other eye? |
A96974 | And plant no Orchards, because apples first Made Adam and his lineall race accurst? |
A96974 | Are all these wonders false? |
A96974 | Are apples thought lesse sound and sweet When honey specks and red doe meet? |
A96974 | Art sick man? |
A96974 | BY this large margent did the Poet mean To have a Comment wrote upon the Scene? |
A96974 | Blest Soule, who thus internally hast eyed Thy Saviour; how hast thou been sanctified? |
A96974 | But fortune how wilt recompence The Frenchmens daily insolence? |
A96974 | But these are common, would you see that thing In which our King delights, which in our King? |
A96974 | But to forsake thee ever, could there be A thought of such impossibility? |
A96974 | Can 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? |
A96974 | Could all thy oaths and morgag''d trust Vanish like letters form ● d in dust, Which the next wind scatters? |
A96974 | Doe not some boast of raggs? |
A96974 | For can there be Twixt earth and Heaven analogy? |
A96974 | GRiefs prodigals where are you? |
A96974 | Griefe who needs fear That hath an ear? |
A96974 | Has fortune made thee poor, dost thou desire To heap up glorious mire? |
A96974 | Hath cruell nature so thy senses bound Thou canst not judge of sounds? |
A96974 | Hath not each creature which hath daily birth Something which resembles Heaven or Earth? |
A96974 | Have I divorc''d thee onely to combine ▪ And quench my lust upon some other wine? |
A96974 | Have you beheld a sprightfull Lady stand To have her frame drawn by a painters hand? |
A96974 | How many Images of great heires, which Had nothing but the sin of being rich, Shine in our Temples? |
A96974 | I wonder by what dower, Or patent you had power From all to rape a judgement? |
A96974 | Is it because the brethrens fires Maintaine a glasse- house in Black- friers? |
A96974 | Is our Kings person lesse esteemd because We read him in our Coynes as well as Laws? |
A96974 | Is this a lye? |
A96974 | MUst then our loves be short still? |
A96974 | Must axiomes hence grow sadly understood, And we thus see t is dangerous to be good? |
A96974 | NOt kiss? |
A96974 | No limb of Mary stand? |
A96974 | Nor i st the workmans fault; for what can be I would faine know like to a Deity? |
A96974 | Now smile upon thy torment, pretty thing How will you use it? |
A96974 | O who will blame the fruitfull trees When too much gum or sap he sees? |
A96974 | Or can this best conceal his lips, And shew Communion sitting hips? |
A96974 | Or i st the Cloak which Nixon brought To trim the Tub where Golledge taught? |
A96974 | Or seal so strong? |
A96974 | Or shall I think it once more sent againe To iterate my souls sweet lasting paine? |
A96974 | Or shall a trencher or dish stand In competition with your hand? |
A96974 | Or was the Cloak St. Pauls? |
A96974 | Or will a Diamond shine lesse clear If in the midst a soile appear? |
A96974 | Release this tongue which erst could say Home Scollers; drawer what''s to pay? |
A96974 | SAw you the Cloak at Church to day The long- worne short Cloak lined with Say? |
A96974 | See where he suffers for thee, see His body taken from the tree: Had ever death such life before? |
A96974 | Shall every Saint suffer John Baptists doom? |
A96974 | Shall not their heads have room in the window who Founded our Church and our Religion too? |
A96974 | Should I a golden speckled Serpent kisse Because the colour which he wears is his? |
A96974 | Should we love darknesse and abhor the Sun Cause Persians gave it adoration? |
A96974 | Suppose some ignorant Heathen once did bow To Images, may we not see them now? |
A96974 | THe 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? |
A96974 | Tell me, mad youngsters, what doe you believe It cost good Sambourne nothing to be Sheriffe? |
A96974 | The child, the grave, the monument is gone: Or if upon the child we write a staffe, Where shall we write the tombs own Epitaph? |
A96974 | Thou who hast such superfluous store of gaine, Why strikst thou one whose ruine is thy shame? |
A96974 | Upon so many loaves of home- made bread, How long might he and his two men have fed? |
A96974 | VIew this large Gallery faced with mats and say, Is it not purer then Joves milky way? |
A96974 | WEre they not Angells sang, did not mine eares Drink in a sacred Anthem from you sphears? |
A96974 | WHat Magick art Compells my soule to fly away, And leave desert My poor composed trunck of clay? |
A96974 | WHat mystery is this that I should find My blood in kissing you to stay behind? |
A96974 | Was I not blest with Charles and Maries name, Names wherein dwells all Musick? |
A96974 | What could you doe in Lent so meet As, fittest dresse, to wear a sheet? |
A96974 | What had the Man no Gown to wear, Or was this sent him from the Mayor? |
A96974 | What is the mirth? |
A96974 | What is your praise When Philomel her notes doth raise? |
A96974 | What then if these were Popish reliques? |
A96974 | What''s more magnificent then Heaven? |
A96974 | When you have brought forth your like the world will know You are his Child; what Picture can doe so? |
A96974 | Where shall we write the Epitaph? |
A96974 | Why are those happy looks( the which have bin Time past so fragant) sickly now drawn in Like a dull twilight? |
A96974 | Why ca n''t the Oxe then in the nativity Be Imagd forth, but Papists Bulls are nigh? |
A96974 | Why frowns my sweet? |
A96974 | Will you believe ought comes from thence? |
A96974 | Wilt thou not smile, or tell me what amisse, Have I bin cold to hug thee, too remisse And temperate in embracings? |
A96974 | Yet shall Christs Sepulcher have nere a Tomb? |
A96974 | Yet you nere find for Papist: shall we say Banbury is turnd Rome, because we may See the holy Lamb and Christopher? |
A96974 | You dare admit gay paint upon a wall, Why then in glasse that held Apocriphall? |
A96974 | You that do live with Chirurgeons, have you seen A spring of blood forst from a swelling vein? |
A96974 | and could so soon that tie Relent in slack Apostasie? |
A96974 | and onely this True mongst so many impossibilities? |
A96974 | has 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? |
A96974 | must we chuse Not to enjoy? |
A96974 | must we forget Christs cross as soon as past the Alphabet? |
A96974 | nay more The Altar stone set at the Tavern doore? |
A96974 | only admire& loose? |
A96974 | unthrifts wher? |
A96974 | what good If on thy coarse a Marble quarry stood? |
A96974 | what is the mellody That sets them in this Gentiles vanity? |
A96974 | whereon? |
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? |
A66741 | 3, Love blind? |
A66741 | A little pausing then said he, How can this Jewel stay from thee? |
A66741 | ARt thou the Phoenix? |
A66741 | Alack then for pity, must I bear the curse, That onely belong to the cunning Cut- purse? |
A66741 | Alas how can a kiss be sent, From Rocky Cornwall into Kent? |
A66741 | Alas,& 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? |
A66741 | And constant Robin, though he lie At his advantage, what care I? |
A66741 | And ever she singeth as I can guess, Will you buy any sand, any sand, mistress? |
A66741 | And every man will spend his peny, What makes such a shot amongst a great many? |
A66741 | Arise, arise, why should you sleep, Since you have slept enough? |
A66741 | Bad woman, did not I Deserve as much as quiet misery? |
A66741 | Bishopricks are voiding, Scotland shall I thither? |
A66741 | Bold saucy Leads, that( as proud Coblers do) Durst pass their bounds& touch above the shoe; But why do I the Leads ambition blame? |
A66741 | But ere that street they quite have past, He softly askes, what Money hast? |
A66741 | But in attaining this desired place, How much they erre that set out at the face? |
A66741 | But was my Gown cut in this uncouth guise? |
A66741 | But when my heat was or''e, I speak thus to her Why did''st thou play the wag? |
A66741 | Can men more injure women than to say, They love for that, by which they are not they Makes vertue woman? |
A66741 | Canst thou find out no other way Similitude to make? |
A66741 | Canst thou not know that for thy sake, The Fair lasts all the year? |
A66741 | Come my new Courtiers, what d''ye lack Good Consciences? |
A66741 | DO I want torture then, that I Loves awful power must thus defie? |
A66741 | Dost thou piss love? |
A66741 | Dull clown, quoth she, why dost delay Such proffered bless to take? |
A66741 | FOnd love what dost thou mean, To court an idle folly? |
A66741 | For alwayes he doubts the rocks are near, how can he be merry and make good chear? |
A66741 | Gallants all of British bloud, VVhy do not ye saile on th''Ocean flood? |
A66741 | Go haste, why Sir? |
A66741 | HA''you any work for a Tinker mistris? |
A66741 | HOw is''t nine taylors make a man up, when One taylor is enough to mar nine men? |
A66741 | Have women such a way as they can give To men denial, and with love to live? |
A66741 | He meets int h''street with freind call''d Will, And cries, you Rogue, what living still? |
A66741 | He moileth and toileth all the long year, How can he be merry and make good chear? |
A66741 | How mad is that damn''d money- monger? |
A66741 | I 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? |
A66741 | I 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? |
A66741 | It 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? |
A66741 | It is a Bile, what Epithete shall I Finde for to call so dull a creature by? |
A66741 | LOve blind? |
A66741 | Mad wag, quoth she, why dost thou make Such hast thy self to reare? |
A66741 | Nay fie, you hurt me, let me go, If you so roughly use me, What can I say, or think of you? |
A66741 | Now say my rimes are dull, and you''l say true; And are not you as dull to read them too? |
A66741 | Now whi ● her shall I wander? |
A66741 | One 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? |
A66741 | Or else do you resolve from hence, To non- plus my obedience? |
A66741 | Or follow Windebank, or Finch to see if either Do want a Priest to shrieve them? |
A66741 | Or how can Sussex stretch an arme, To keep a Northern servant warme? |
A66741 | Or in old stories do you find, That Love is deaf as well as blind? |
A66741 | Or 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? |
A66741 | Or was''t some higher cause? |
A66741 | Or whi ● her shall I flye? |
A66741 | Quoth freind a Crown:''S''heart Thou beast no more? |
A66741 | Quoth he, ca n''t noble numbers choose, But walk on foot that have no shooes? |
A66741 | SAw you the States- mony new come from the Mint? |
A66741 | SAy, but did you love so long? |
A66741 | SUre''t was a dream, how long fond man have I Been fool''d into captivity? |
A66741 | Shall I proclaim thee block- head? |
A66741 | She every day her man doth kill, And I as often die; Neither her power, nor my will VVhere lies the mystery? |
A66741 | Stuffs, said I? |
A66741 | The Females only Scape? |
A66741 | The Iron- Age, quoth he that used to sing? |
A66741 | The Mayor of our town with his ruffe on, VVhat a pox is he better then we? |
A66741 | Then apace, apace drink,& c. Why should we stay here then and perish with thirst? |
A66741 | Then pray be not so fond, Think you that women can Rest satisfied with complement, The frothy part of man? |
A66741 | This to my minde the Black- Smith''s Song doth bring The Black- Smiths, quoth Ulysses? |
A66741 | Those glances I ador''d before, How do I now despise? |
A66741 | Thou look''st to have bin praised all this while, Shall I commend thee then? |
A66741 | Thus have you heard my Mistriss prais''d, And yet no flattery us''d, Pray tell me, is she not of worth? |
A66741 | Thy Beauty and thy Love defend, I should ungently move thee''T is blisses sweet that I intend, It is not I that love thee? |
A66741 | Unhappy miter, I would know The cause of thy sad hap; VVas it for making leggs too low To Pembrokes Cardinals cap? |
A66741 | Upon record; how desperate wer''t thou bent T''invite me to a wedding Complement? |
A66741 | VVell met fair boy, what sport abroad? |
A66741 | VVere ever dogs so basely crost? |
A66741 | VVhat love of honour in your brests did turn Those sparks of fury into flames to burn? |
A66741 | VVho shall be our King, that is now the thing For which we all are met? |
A66741 | VVhy man? |
A66741 | VVhy should we droop or basely stoop, To popular ale or beer? |
A66741 | WHat heat of Learning kindled your desire You cursed sons to set your house on fire? |
A66741 | WHat is''t that fans my fancies thus? |
A66741 | WHy faire vow- breaker, hath thy sinne thought fit, I be the curst example of thy wit, As well as scorn? |
A66741 | WHy should we not laugh and be jolly, Since all the World is mad? |
A66741 | Was I thy friend or kinsman? |
A66741 | What Arabella can one night Of wanton dalliance try you? |
A66741 | What is''t I would not doe To purchase one sweet smile? |
A66741 | What though my love as white as a Dove is? |
A66741 | What was familiar with thee saving thought? |
A66741 | Who liveth so merrily in all this land, As doth the poor widow that sells her sand? |
A66741 | Who liveth so merry and maketh such sport As those that be of the poorer sort? |
A66741 | Who would desire a pleasanter thing, Than all the day long to do nothing but sing? |
A66741 | Who would not fear to see that fall? |
A66741 | Who would not wish there to see all? |
A66741 | Why then abhor''d in reason tell me why, Successelesse Lovers do so quickly die? |
A66741 | art thou all steel, Let me feel, From the head unto the heel? |
A66741 | had I ought? |
A66741 | how can his darts surprize Our hearts then, piercing through our eyes? |
A66741 | how love I that? |
A66741 | is there such a Song? |
A66741 | must I cool my bloud Till I both find and see one wise and good? |
A66741 | were the hot gods Phoebus and Vulcan cold friends now at ods? |
A66741 | what name so bad by which to call Her servants negligence that let her fall? |
A66741 | whether wilt thou go? |
A66741 | who saies so? |
A52015 | ( bad womn) have not I Deserv''d as much as quiet misery? |
A52015 | A 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? |
A52015 | AH cruel Glasse ● … didst thou not see, Chloris alone too hard for me? |
A52015 | ANd how? |
A52015 | All silent brethren, and yet none Can speake by inspiration? |
A52015 | Am I thy freind or kinsman? |
A52015 | And as they us''d our meaning to conceale; The ayre by which we breathe, will that turne fogg? |
A52015 | And by thy needy quarters go, Asking the way to Camp of fo? |
A52015 | And 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? |
A52015 | And in the selfe same language must wee find, A diverse faction of the wordes and mind? |
A52015 | And saw''st thou not, how right or wrong The common prayer- book went along? |
A52015 | And where''s the Stoick, can his wrath appease To see his Countrey sick of Pym''s disease? |
A52015 | And with thine owne hand hasten on my end? |
A52015 | And yet thou comm''st not; Why dost pause And there continue, keeping Dawes? |
A52015 | At interim nostras quid involant dapes? |
A52015 | At jus rapinas hasce defendit vetus? |
A52015 | Besides( if modestye may judge) what i st But a supply to each Evangelist? |
A52015 | Bombamachidisque fit bolus myrmeciis? |
A52015 | But oh how little like her selfe when shee VVhose upcast, downe cast lookes, behold the tree? |
A52015 | By Scotch- invasion, to be made a prey To such Pig- widgin Myrmidons as they? |
A52015 | COuld he forget his death? |
A52015 | CUrae Deo sumus, ista si cedant Scoto? |
A52015 | Can such a dreadfull tempest be, And yet not shake the North and thee? |
A52015 | Can you accuse mee? |
A52015 | Canst thou doe this? |
A52015 | Canst thou doe this? |
A52015 | Come Ladds,& Lasses, vvhat do you lack? |
A52015 | Dares none so conscious of his merit, Or presuming on the sperit, With an edifying greeting Gratulate this zealous meeting? |
A52015 | Death put a trick upon him, and what was''t? |
A52015 | Didst thou not scourse, as if inchanted, For Articles Sir Thomas granted, And barter, as an Author saith, The Articles o''th''Christian faith? |
A52015 | Didst thou not treat for Bristow Citty And yeld it up? |
A52015 | Does Hostesse stay thy steed perforce, For that which was not fault of Horse? |
A52015 | Doth not her face more fully speake her heart And joy, than text or comment can impart? |
A52015 | Ecquis, è Stoâ, suam Iam temperet bilem? |
A52015 | Egyptus ista perdit, aufert Israel An bibliorum nescis hos satellites? |
A52015 | FOwre hundred thousand pounds A lusty bag indeed ▪ Was''t ever knowne so vast a sum Ere past the river Tw ● … de? |
A52015 | Fallax Ierna viperae nihil foves Scoto Colono? |
A52015 | Fayrest of women, canst thou bee my friend? |
A52015 | For such to have a canvse in? |
A52015 | Gold now is drosse, and Oracles are stuffe With us, for why? |
A52015 | HAst Night unto thy Center, are thy winges Rul''d by the course of dull clockt plummetings? |
A52015 | Had woman such a way as shee can give To man deniall, as of love to live? |
A52015 | Hadst thou, for this, charge of the Keyes Old as the Castle? |
A52015 | Hast thou been honour''d with the knee Of the Time- aged- Porter? |
A52015 | Hast thou not leave as light as feather? |
A52015 | He lifted up the coverlett, He lifted up the sheet, How now, how now, thou littell Musgrave Doest thou find my lady sweet? |
A52015 | Here''s a Health unto the King, how now? |
A52015 | How can''st thou from the place retire VVhere beauty doth command desire? |
A52015 | I aske thee whence those active fires Take light which glide through burnisht aire? |
A52015 | I aske thee whence those ashes were Which shrine themselves in plaits of haire? |
A52015 | I aske thee whence those ruddy bloomes Pierce on her cheekes on scarlet gownes? |
A52015 | I aske whence are those aires that flye From birds in sweetest harmony? |
A52015 | I le ask thee of the lilly, whence It gaind that type of innocence? |
A52015 | If Knights possest no more then where they sate What were they greater then a meaner state? |
A52015 | If it be so, what did he then amiss, In sending him the sooner to his bliss? |
A52015 | If 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? |
A52015 | Is not thy hawke upon a perch? |
A52015 | O Robbin dost thou love me so well? |
A52015 | O 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? |
A52015 | O Women,& c. Where is the decency becom; Which your fore- mothers had? |
A52015 | One throws milk on my clothes, T''other playes with my nose; What wanton signes are those? |
A52015 | Or breath turne mist; will that become a Clogg Which should unload the mind? |
A52015 | Or ha''st thou nimm''d from saddle bow A pistoll through thy troope, or so? |
A52015 | Or i''st not justice they that pas''d The pleasure, should the bitter taste? |
A52015 | Or solde some landes, lef''t out o th''mapp? |
A52015 | Or vomitt, by a neerer way, Discharge what in the stomak lay? |
A52015 | Perceiv''dst thou not her charming sight, Did ravish mine in cruell fight? |
A52015 | Praetorianis queis cohortibus, Hier ● … salem triariis) spes nititur novae Sororcularum? |
A52015 | Pray 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? |
A52015 | SCylla is toouthlesse; yet when she was young, She had both tooth enough, and too much tongue: What should I now of toothlesse Scylla say? |
A52015 | SO lowd a lye on Sunday rung, So thicke a troupe, so grave a thrung, Assembled in a Church, to laugh, At nothing? |
A52015 | So staunch a Muse as thine ner''e won The Grecian prize; how did she earne? |
A52015 | Stuffs, said I? |
A52015 | THoul''t mend to morrow, thus thou still tell''st me Faine would I know but this, when that will be? |
A52015 | That fatall tree whereon the Lord of breath Expos''d himselfe to th''tyranny of death; VVas ever sorow so set forth? |
A52015 | That we must drink in conventicles? |
A52015 | The Iron- Age, quoth he that used to sing? |
A52015 | The bayes she brought from Epsom Fearne? |
A52015 | Then Madam Nature wears black patches too? |
A52015 | These thoughts when I was lovely smooth? |
A52015 | This morning comes as slow as Platoes yeare, What might this morning cost( for sure t is deare?) |
A52015 | This to my mind the Black- Smith''s Song doth bring The Black- Smiths, quoth Ulisses? |
A52015 | Thy steed eats oats and hay; And thou fair Lady in thine armes, And wouldst thou bee away? |
A52015 | To these my thoughts which I now entertaine Doe not my Cheeks grow flik& young again? |
A52015 | Unknowne to me? |
A52015 | WHy faire vow- breaker, have thy sinnes thought fit That I be curst example of thy wit As well as scornes? |
A52015 | WHy how now friend, why com''st no ● … hither? |
A52015 | WHy what( a good year) means my Iohn? |
A52015 | Was it for this you left your leaner soil, Thus to lard Israel with Aegypts spoyl? |
A52015 | What do I now perceive? |
A52015 | What do you mean to do? |
A52015 | What shall our Nation be in bondage thus Unto a Land that truckles under us? |
A52015 | What''s that golden architecture If I may not touch the nectar? |
A52015 | What''s the golden fruit to me So I may not shake the tree? |
A52015 | Where is thy sense, of publike feares? |
A52015 | Where might a man that bliss- full morning finde, In vast Armenia, or in urmost Inde? |
A52015 | Where words first made our meanings to reveale? |
A52015 | Whilst cousning Miles the bell still knockt T''increase the number of the mockt? |
A52015 | Why could not nostrells, eyes, or eare, By milde expences vent you there? |
A52015 | Will all thy body runne out here? |
A52015 | Will vaynes, and sinnews, flesh, and bone Be gadding, and leave nock alone? |
A52015 | With,& c. He made him a viall to play thereupon, With,& c. What did he doe with her fingers so small? |
A52015 | With,& c. He made him peggs to his Violl withall; With,& c. What did he doe with her nose- ridge? |
A52015 | With,& c. Unto his Violl he made him a bridge, With,& c. What did he do with her Veynes so blewe? |
A52015 | and how? |
A52015 | and the payes Of Men unborne? |
A52015 | ever came Ought in by me did body blame? |
A52015 | fall wee upon Another Babells Sub- confusion? |
A52015 | hast thou cry''d quittance With Mountaine, Bishop, and his Brittaines Who after all his changes, had Yet one trick more, to make John mad? |
A52015 | is there such a Song? |
A52015 | none so good To satisfie the hungry croud; With holsome doctrine; none so hardy With an howers talke to quitt the tardy? |
A52015 | or why? |
A52015 | pardon heavens; when halfe Had Gods marke on them? |
A52015 | patria quando ● … ue Tam Pym ● … ianâ, i d est pediculosâ, perit? |
A52015 | that every houre Was emblem''d to it by the fading flowre: Should he not mind his end? |
A52015 | that never took A name, but from thy Muster- Book? |
A52015 | what a pain is love, How shall I bear it? |
A52015 | what pickles? |
A52015 | what will rythme to that?) |
A52015 | where canst thou seek So blest a place as in her cheek? |
A52015 | who knowes how To fadom thought, or tye the starres in strings? |
A52015 | who would be but vext To see such pal ● … ryes here, and none it''h text? |
A52015 | why had not I? |
A52015 | with,& c. He made him strings to his Viole thereto; with,& c. What did he doe with her eyes so bright? |
A52015 | with,& c. Unto the violl it spake enough; with,& c. What did he doe with her two shinnes? |
A52015 | with,& 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? |