The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ...J. Walthoe, 1729 |
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... Twas a woman at first ( Indeed fhe was curft ) In knowledge that tafted delight ; And fages agree The laws fhou'd decree To the firft poffeffor the right . Then bravely , fair dame , Renew the old claim , Which to your whole fex does ...
... Twas a woman at first ( Indeed fhe was curft ) In knowledge that tafted delight ; And fages agree The laws fhou'd decree To the firft poffeffor the right . Then bravely , fair dame , Renew the old claim , Which to your whole fex does ...
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... twas a god that did her charms pursue : While thus Apollo , in a moving strain , Awak'd his lyre , and foftly breath'd his amorous pain . Faireft mortal , ftay and hear , Cannot love , with musick join'd , Touch thy unrelenting mind ...
... twas a god that did her charms pursue : While thus Apollo , in a moving strain , Awak'd his lyre , and foftly breath'd his amorous pain . Faireft mortal , ftay and hear , Cannot love , with musick join'd , Touch thy unrelenting mind ...
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... , The delight of my foul , And to my hand commend it ; A fig for chink , ' Twas made to buy drink , And before we go hence we'll spend it . ^ HILST I fondly view the charmer , W. Thus the WHILST 58 A Collection of Songs .
... , The delight of my foul , And to my hand commend it ; A fig for chink , ' Twas made to buy drink , And before we go hence we'll spend it . ^ HILST I fondly view the charmer , W. Thus the WHILST 58 A Collection of Songs .
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... Twas there I first did love her . That day fhe fmil'd and made me glad , No maid feem'd ever kinder , I thought myself the luckiest lad , So fweetly there to find her . I try'd to footh my am'rous flame , In words that I thought tender ...
... Twas there I first did love her . That day fhe fmil'd and made me glad , No maid feem'd ever kinder , I thought myself the luckiest lad , So fweetly there to find her . I try'd to footh my am'rous flame , In words that I thought tender ...
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... Twas love made me fall into drink , And drink made me run into debt ; And tho ' I have struggled , and struggled , and strove , I cannot get out of ' em yet . There's nothing but money can cure me , And rid me of all my pain ; " Twill ...
... Twas love made me fall into drink , And drink made me run into debt ; And tho ' I have struggled , and struggled , and strove , I cannot get out of ' em yet . There's nothing but money can cure me , And rid me of all my pain ; " Twill ...
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arms beauty bleffing bleft blifs bluſhes bofom breaſt bright cauſe Celia charmer charms Cloe cou'd cruel Cupid Damon darts dear defire delight deſpair deſtroy difdain diſcover drink e'er eaſe Epithalamium eyes faid fair falfe fate fcorn fear felf fhade fhall fhe's fhew fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing fire flame flave fmiles foft fome fong foon forrows foul ftill fuch fwain fweet give grace grief grove heart heaven himſelf infpire joys kifs kind kindly laft languiſh laſt lefs lov'd love's lover maid meaſure mind muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain paſt Phillis pity pleaſe pleaſure prove raiſe reaſon reſt rofe SAPPHO ſhall ſhe ſmile ſpring ſtill Strephon ſwain ſweet taſte tell thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand treaſure Twas vex'd Whilft Whofe wife wine wiſhes wou'd wound youth
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Side 205 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Side 101 - GIVE me more love, or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Side 73 - Now then love me: time may take Thee before thy time away: Of this need we'll virtue make, And learn love before we may.
Side 102 - I was so good-humour'd, so cheerful and gay, My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day. But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known. My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drown'd, And my Heart, - I am sure it weighs more than a Pound.
Side 35 - HEAR, ye ladies that despise, What the mighty love has done ; Fear examples, and be wise : Fair Calisto was a nun ; Leda, sailing on the stream To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream, Doted on a silver swan ; Danae, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy : The chaste moon he makes to woo ; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires...
Side 34 - We have got tongues and eyes in vain And truth from us is sin. Men to new joys and conquests fly, And yet no hazard run; Poor we are left if we deny, And if we yield, undone. Then equal laws let custom find, And neither Sex oppress; More freedom give to Womankind Or give to Mankind less.
Side 131 - I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the day ? In this more than kingly state Love himself shall on me wait.
Side 102 - But now she is gone, and has left me behind, What a marvellous change on a sudden I find ! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but alas ! it was she.
Side 205 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys. Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies? Or his easier ears beguile, Thus removed by our wile? 'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have...
Side 14 - Till it laugh in my face, With ale that is potent and mellow; He that whines for a lass Is an ignorant ass, For a bumper has not its fellow.