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Sivu 101 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Sivu 80 - Nay, sir, she is a Puritan at her needle too : She works religious petticoats ; for flowers She'll make church histories : besides My smock-sleeves have such holy embroideries, And are so learned, that I fear in time All my apparel will be quoted by Some pure instructor.
Sivu 260 - Let her flaps fly behind, for a yard at the least ; Let her curls meet just under her chin ; Let these curls be supported, to keep up the jest, With an hundred, instead of one pin. Let her gown be tuck'd up to the hip on each side ; Shoes too high for to walk, or to jump ; And, to deck the sweet creature complete for a bride, Let the cork-cutter make her a rump. Thus finish'd in taste, while on Chloe you gaze, You may take the dear charmer for life ; But never undress her — for, out of her stays...
Sivu 260 - GIVE Chloe a bushel of horse-hair and wool, Of paste and pomatum a pound, Ten yards of gny ribbon to deck her sweet skull, And gauze to encompass it round.
Sivu 96 - Alas, my Love ! ye do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you so long, Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.
Sivu 142 - But of all felts that can be felt, Give me your English beaver. The German loves his coney-wool, The Irishman his shag too, The Welch his Monmouth loves to wear, And of the same will brag too.
Sivu 133 - Sir, I pray let me be ; Gif ever I have a man, Blew-cap for me." An Irishman, with a long skeane in his hose,* Did think to obtain her it was no great matter...
Sivu 52 - ... but this reform lasted not long, for like as snails, when any one passes by them, draw in their horns, and when all danger seems over put them forth again, — so these ladies, shortly after the preacher had quitted their country, forgetful of his doctrine and abuse, began to resume their former colossal head-dresses, and wore them even higher than before.
Sivu 203 - The enormous wigs which became fashionable after the Restoration, and point the satire in the ballad annexed, are constantly alluded to by writers of the end of the seventeenth and beginning of the eighteenth century. In D'Urfey's collection above noticed (vol.