Publications, Volum 6

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Pàgina 9 - Then he that patiently want's burden bears, No burden bears, but is a king, a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet, O sweet content...
Pàgina 68 - I think, a modification of some such phrase as ' a man is a man, though he have but a hose on his head'; cf.
Pàgina 9 - Work apace, apace, apace, apace: Honest labour bears a lovely face, Then hey noney, noney, hey noney, noney. Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? O, sweet content! Swim'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? O, punishment! Then he that patiently want's burden bears, No burden bears, but is a king, a king. O, sweet content, &c.
Pàgina xv - Now all thy cloathing must be. My lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy lord, which grieves me sore ; The poorest life must now content thy mind : A groat to thee I may not give, Thee to maintain, while I do live ; 'Gainst my Grissel such great foes I find.
Pàgina xiii - Most fair and lovely, and of comely grace was she, Although in simple attire ; She sang most sweetly, with pleasant voice melodiously, Which set the Lord's heart on fire. The more he lookt, the more he might, Beauty bred, his heart's delight ; And to this damsel he went. God speed...
Pàgina 8 - O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers ? O sweet content ! O sweet, O sweet content ! Work apace, apace, apace, apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face ; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny ! Canst drink the waters of the crispe'd spring ? O sweet content!
Pàgina 83 - Honour and youth attend to do their duty To thee, their only sovereign beauty. Beauty, arise, whilst we, thy servants, sing lo to Hymen, wedlock's jocund king. lo to Hymen, lo, lo, sing, Of wedlock, love, and youth, is Hymen king. Beauty, arise, thy glorious lights display, Whilst we sing lo, glad to see this day. lo, lo, to Hymen, lo, lo, sing, From FORD and DEKKER'S The Sun's Darling, 1656.1 THE INVITATION.
Pàgina 43 - Italy," says an honest gentleman in this comedy to a lying and impudent gull, "Italy infects you not, but your own diseased spirits. Italy ? Out, you froth, you scum! because your soul is mud, and that you have breathed in Italy, you'll say Italy has defiled you : away, you boar : thou wilt wallow in mire in the sweetest country in the world.
Pàgina xiv - O, noble marquess, quoth they, why do you wrong us, Thus basely for to wed ; That might have got an honourable lady Into your princely bed ? Who will not now your noble issue still deride, Which shall...
Pàgina 83 - BEAUTY, arise, show forth thy glorious shining ; Thine eyes feed love, for them he standeth pining ; Honour and youth attend to do their duty To thee, their only sovereign beauty. Beauty, arise, whilst we, thy servants, sing lo to Hymen, wedlock's jocund king, lo to Hymen, lo, lo, sing, Of wedlock, love, and youth, is Hymen king. Beauty, arise, thy glorious lights display, Whilst we sing lo, glad to see this day.

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