The Works of John Sheffield: Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham ...J.B. [i.e. John Barber] and sold, 1729 - 400 psl. |
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... Beauty . The Relapfe . The Recovery . The Convert . The Picture . In Imitation of ANACREON . On Don ALONZO's being killed in Portugal , upon account of the Infanta , in the Year 1683. 64 The The Surprize . A Dialogue fung on the Stage ...
... Beauty . The Relapfe . The Recovery . The Convert . The Picture . In Imitation of ANACREON . On Don ALONZO's being killed in Portugal , upon account of the Infanta , in the Year 1683. 64 The The Surprize . A Dialogue fung on the Stage ...
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... Beauty e'er ' twas fully blown ; Her tim'rous Charms , and her unpractis'd Look , Their firft Affurance from my Conqucft took ; By wounding me fhe learn'd the fatal Art , And the first Sigh fhe had was from my Heart : My My Eyes with ...
... Beauty e'er ' twas fully blown ; Her tim'rous Charms , and her unpractis'd Look , Their firft Affurance from my Conqucft took ; By wounding me fhe learn'd the fatal Art , And the first Sigh fhe had was from my Heart : My My Eyes with ...
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... Beauty Altars made ; So , among all thofe Slaves that figh'd in vain , She thought me only worthy of my Chain . Love's heavy Burden my fubmiffive Heart Endur'd not long , before fhe bore her part ; My violent Flame melted her frozen ...
... Beauty Altars made ; So , among all thofe Slaves that figh'd in vain , She thought me only worthy of my Chain . Love's heavy Burden my fubmiffive Heart Endur'd not long , before fhe bore her part ; My violent Flame melted her frozen ...
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... Beauty show ; If thou would'ft not be cruel , make her fo : And , fomething to abate my deep Despair , O let her feem less gentle , or less fair . But I in vain flatter my wounded Mind , Never was Nymph fo lovely , or fo kind : No cold ...
... Beauty show ; If thou would'ft not be cruel , make her fo : And , fomething to abate my deep Despair , O let her feem less gentle , or less fair . But I in vain flatter my wounded Mind , Never was Nymph fo lovely , or fo kind : No cold ...
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... Beauty they too eagerly enjoy . Her charming Face is in its Spring decay'd , Pale grow the Rofes , and the Lillies fade ; Her Skin has loft that Luftre which surpass'd The Sun's , and well deferv'd as long to laft : Her Eyes , which us ...
... Beauty they too eagerly enjoy . Her charming Face is in its Spring decay'd , Pale grow the Rofes , and the Lillies fade ; Her Skin has loft that Luftre which surpass'd The Sun's , and well deferv'd as long to laft : Her Eyes , which us ...
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295 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
295 psl. - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
231 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
231 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
229 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
297 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
91 psl. - Rude force might fome unwilling kifles gain ; But that was all he ever could obtain. You on fuch terms would ne'er have let me go ; Were he like you, we had not parted fo.
229 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
97 psl. - Love secretly: the absence of my lord More freedom gives, but does not all afford: Long is his journey, long will be his stay; Call'd by affairs of consequence away.
297 psl. - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.