Westminster Drolleries: Both Parts, of 1671, 1672; Being a Choice Collection of Songs and Poems, Sung at Court & Theatres: with Additions Made by 'A Person of Quality.' Now First Reprinted from the Original Editions

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Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth
R. Roberts, 1875 - 132 sider

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Side lxxiv - Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; So, when affections yield discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come. They that are rich in words, in words discover That they are poor in that which makes a lover.
Side viii - Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes United cast too fierce a light, Which blazes high, but quickly dies, Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight. Love is a calmer, gentler joy, Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace, Her Cupid is a blackguard boy, That runs his link full in your face.
Side viii - We cannot wish that any work or class of works which has exercised a great influence on the human mind, and which illustrates the character of an important epoch in letters, politics, and morals, should disappear from the world. If we err in this matter, we err with the gravest men and bodies of men in the empire, and especially with the Church of England, and with the great schools of learning which are connected with her. The...
Side xxiii - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,* But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Side lxviii - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Side xli - OF a tall stature, and of sable hue, Much like the son of Kish, that lofty Jew, Twelve years complete he suffered in exile, And kept his father's asses all the while ; At length, by wonderful impulse of fate, The people call him home to help the state, And, what is more, they send him money too, And clothe him all, from head to foot, anew.
Side 54 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not designed Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.
Side 96 - Then strike, Affliction, for thy wounds are balm. That which the world miscalls a jail, A private closet is to me: Whilst a good conscience is my bail, And innocence my liberty: Locks, bars, and solitude, together met, Make me no prisoner, but an anchoret.
Side xxv - ASK ME No MORE ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose ; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars...
Side 54 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?

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