Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,
As for ourselves to leave some frankince
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While the milder fates consent,
Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ;Kiss our dollies night and day :Crowned with clusters of the vine,Let us sit, and quaff our wine.Call on Bacchus, chant his praise ;Shake the thyrse, and bite the bays :Rouse Anacreon from the dead,And return him drunk to bed :Sing o’er Horace, for ere longDeath will come…
You say I love not, ’cause I do not play
You blame me, too, because I can’t deviseSome sport, to please those babies in your eyes; –By Love’s religion, I must here confess it,The most I love, when I the least express it.Small griefs find tongues; full casks are ever foundTo give, if any, yet but little sound.Deep waters noisless are; and this we know,That…
Come pity us, all ye who see
Come pity us, ye passers-by,Who see or hear poor widows’ cry;Come pity us, and bring your earsAnd eyes to pity widows’ tears.CHOR. And when you are come hither,Then we will keepA fast, and weepOur eyes out all together,For Tabitha; who dead lies here,Clean wash’d, and laid out for the bier.O modest matrons, weep and wail!For…
In this little Urne is laid
From whose happy spark here letSpring the purple violet.
LACON. For a kiss or two, confess,
Thou most lovely neat-herdess?Why so lonely on the hill?Why thy pipe by thee so still,That erewhile was heard so shrill?Tell me, do thy kine now failTo fulfil the milking-pail?Say, what is’t that thou dost ail?THYR. None of these; but out, alas!A mischance is come to pass,And I’ll tell thee what it was:See, mine eyes are…