My lady Green Sleeves, by the author of 'Comin' thro' the rye'. |
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Popular passages
Page 154 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 85 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then, heigh, ho*! the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend remembered not.
Page 226 - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Page 306 - Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Page 37 - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me.
Page 275 - I laid the moul' on his yellow hair ; O think na ye my heart was wae, When I turn'd about, away to gae ? Nae living man I'll love again, Since that my lovely knight is slain , Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair I'll chain my heart for evermair.
Page 297 - I come na here to fight," he said, " I come na here to play ; I'll but lead a dance wi' the bonny bride, And mount, and go my way.
Page 50 - Yea, many there be that have run out of their wits for women, and become servants for their sakes. Many also have perished, have erred, and sinned, for women.
Page 24 - And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret, And Marg'ret o' veritie, Gin e'er ye love another man, Ne'er love him as ye did me.
Page 132 - The lowest seat o' hell; If ye do not amend your ways, It's there that ye must dwell.