Excerpta Tudoriana: Or, Extracts from Elizabethan Literature, Τόμοι 1-2

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Printed at the private Press of Lee Priory by Johnson and Warwick, 1814
 

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Σελίδα 68 - Then she made the shepherd call All the heavens to witness truth, Never loved a truer youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, Yea and nay, and faith and troth, Such as silly shepherds use, When they will not love abuse, Love, which had been long deluded, Was with kisses sweet concluded: And Phillida with garlands gay, Was made the Lady of the May.
Σελίδα 66 - SAMELA. Like to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Goes fair Samela ; Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, When washed by Arethusa faint they lie, Is fair Samela...
Σελίδα 67 - Much ado there was, God wot ; He would love and she would not. She said, " Never man was true ; " He said,
Σελίδα 38 - Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Σελίδα 103 - At Cupid's bonfires burning in the eye, Blown with the empty breath of vain desires; You that prefer the painted cabinet Before the wealthy jewels it doth store...
Σελίδα 99 - Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
Σελίδα 100 - I press to bear no haughty sway. I wish no more than may suffice. I do no more than well I may. Look what I want my mind supplies Lo, thus I triumph like a king, My mind content with anything.
Σελίδα 110 - AH, what is love? It is a pretty thing, -£*- As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown: Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
Σελίδα 111 - His flocks are folded, he comes home at night, As merry as a king in his delight...
Σελίδα 112 - For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill.

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