The Complete Works of William, 5; Reprinted from the First Folio

The Complete Works of William, 5; Reprinted from the First Folio

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...March with beauty: Violets (dim, But sweeter then the lids of Juno' s eyes, Or Cytherea's breath) pale Prime-roses, That dye unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength (a Maladie Most incident to Maids: ) bold Oxlips, and The Crowne Imperiall: Lillies of all kinds, (The Flowre-de-Luce being one.) O, these I lacke, To make you Garlands of) and my sweet friend, To strew him o're, and ore. Flo. What? like a Coarse? 150 Perd. No, like a banke, for Love to lye, and play on: Not like a Coarse: or if: not to be buried, But quicke,1 and in mine armes. Come, take your flours, Me thinkes I play as I have seene them do 1 alive In Whitson-Pastorals: Sure this Robe of mine Do's change my disposition: Still betters what is done. When you speake (Sweet) I'Id have you do it ever: When you sing, I'Id have you buy, and sell so: so give Almes, 160 Pray so: and for the ord'ring your Affayres, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'th Sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that: move still, still so: And owne no other Function. Each your doing, (So singular, in each particular) Crownes what you are doing, in the present deeds, That all your Actes, are Queenes. Perd. O Doricles, Your praises are too large: but that your youth 170 And the true blood which peepes fairely through't, Do plainly give you out an unstain'd Sphepherd With wisedome, I might feare (my Doricles) You woo'd me the false way. Flo. I thinke you have As little skill to feare, as I have purpose To put you to't. But come, our dance I pray, Your hand (my Perdita: ) so Turtles paire That never meane to part. Perd. He sweare for 'em. 180 Pol. This is the prettiest Low-borne Lasse, that ever Ran on the greene-sord: Nothing she do's, or seemes But smackes of...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236927206
  • 9781236927200