 Doth lour, nay chide, nay threat, for only this. Sweet, it was saucy LOVE, not humble I. But no 'scuse serves ; she makes her wrath appear In beauty's throne — see now who dares come near Those scarlet judges, threat'ning bloody pain ? O heav'nly Fool,...  Elia. The last essays of Elia - Pàgina 355per Charles Lamb - 1871Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | W. T. Young - 1946 - 328 pàgines
...chattering pies, do lovers prove; They love indeed who quake to say they love. SIR P. SIDNEY LXXIV I never drank of Aganippe well, Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit, And Muses scorn with vulgar brains to dwell, Poor layman I, for sacred rites unfit. Some... | |
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