English Epigrams, Selected and Arranged, with Intr., Notes and Notices of the Epigrammatists by W. D. Adams

English Epigrams, Selected and Arranged, with Intr., Notes and Notices of the Epigrammatists by W. D. Adams

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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. 1878 edition. Excerpt: ...But, dear ladies, beware;--take the word of a friend, That, when rivalry comes, all affection must end. We men take a pride in concealing our chains, And would like to be thought to monopolize brains; So I give you this maxim, my counsels to crown, "If the stockings are blue, keep the petticoats down." Anon. From Once a Week. On Evening Dress. When dress'd for the evening, girls, now-a-days, Scarce an atom of dress on them leave; Nor blame them--for what is an Evening Dress, But a dress that is suited for Eve? Anon. DXVII. On A Small Eater. Simplicity is best, 't is true, But not in every mortal's power: If thou, O maid, canst live on dew, 'T is proof thou art indeed a flower. Richard Garnett. DXVIII. Of A Fair Shrew. Fair, rich, and young? how rare is her perfection, Were it not mingled with one foul infection! I mean, so proud a heart, so curst a tongue, As makes her seem, nor fair, nor rich, nor young. Sir yohn Haryngton (1534-1582). On Women's Will. Kind Katherine to her husband kiss'd these words, "Mine own sweet Will, how dearly do I love thee I" "If true," quoth Will, "the world no such affords." And that it's true I durst his warrant be: For ne'er heard I of woman, good or ill, But always loved best her own sweet will. Henry Parrot (about 1613). DXX. On A Beautiful Lady, With A Loud Voice. Lucetta's charms our hearts surprise, At once, with love and wonder: She bears Jove's lightning in her eyes, But in her voice his thunder. Anon. DXXI. To A Stout Elderly Lady. You ask me, your servant, to give you in rhyme Some apt definitions of space and of time. If your ladyship look'd at your form and your face, You 'd gain excellent notions of time and of space. Anon. DXXII. On A Lady Who Squinted. If...show more

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  • Paperback | 92 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236750306
  • 9781236750303