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Page 34 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 43 - Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. For she hath cast down many wounded : yea, many strong men have been slain by her. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.
Page 45 - Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Page 19 - Her wit and good humour bloom all the year through ; Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. Ye shepherds so gay, who make love to ensnare, And cheat with false vows, the too credulous fair ; In search of true pleasure how vainly you roam ! To hold it for life, you must find it at home.
Page 18 - Through walks grown with woodbines as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play : How pleasing their sport is ! The wanton ones see, And borrow their looks from my Jessy and me.
Page 34 - twas a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, she averred, Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Page 37 - Here all her store of richest odours meets, I'll lay thee in a wilderness of sweets. Whatever to the sense can grateful be I have collected there — I want but thee. My husband's gone a journey far away, Much gold he took abroad, and long will stay, He named for his return a distant day.