The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ...J. Walthoe, 1729 |
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... Kindly , kindly , thus , my treasure , L. Ladies , you that feem so nice , 53 143 161 141- 151 163 83 246 245 81 203 49 76 40 25 235 123 213 192 97 202 66 148 249 75 250 180 & 2 Lay Let's be jovial , fill our glaffes , Lay thy The TABLE .
... Kindly , kindly , thus , my treasure , L. Ladies , you that feem so nice , 53 143 161 141- 151 163 83 246 245 81 203 49 76 40 25 235 123 213 192 97 202 66 148 249 75 250 180 & 2 Lay Let's be jovial , fill our glaffes , Lay thy The TABLE .
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... Kindly prefs me , Let me die with dear delight . Leave this trembling , And diffembling , Lay afide all female art ; Love's foft pleasure , Beyond measure , Will atone for all its smart . EAR charmer of my pleasure , D1 only wait your ...
... Kindly prefs me , Let me die with dear delight . Leave this trembling , And diffembling , Lay afide all female art ; Love's foft pleasure , Beyond measure , Will atone for all its smart . EAR charmer of my pleasure , D1 only wait your ...
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... kindly caress ye , Your blooming faft beauties first leeted love's fire , Your virtue and wit make it aye flame the hyer : Leave thee , leave thee , I'll never leave thee , Gang the world as it will , deareft , believe me . N. Then ...
... kindly caress ye , Your blooming faft beauties first leeted love's fire , Your virtue and wit make it aye flame the hyer : Leave thee , leave thee , I'll never leave thee , Gang the world as it will , deareft , believe me . N. Then ...
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... kindly , Kindly ftill , and kindly , Before it be too late . Ir . You Ir . You fondly court your blifs , And no 176 A Collection of Songs .
... kindly , Kindly ftill , and kindly , Before it be too late . Ir . You Ir . You fondly court your blifs , And no 176 A Collection of Songs .
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... kindly , And I will not rebel : Thirfis may kifs me kindly , Kindly ftill , and kindly , But never kifs and tell . Th . And may I kiss you kindly ? Ir . Yes you may kifs me kindly . Th . And kindly still , and kindly ? It . And kindly ftill ...
... kindly , And I will not rebel : Thirfis may kifs me kindly , Kindly ftill , and kindly , But never kifs and tell . Th . And may I kiss you kindly ? Ir . Yes you may kifs me kindly . Th . And kindly still , and kindly ? It . And kindly ftill ...
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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.