She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.
Sir John Suckling (1609 - 1641)
Source: Brennoralt. Act ii.
Contributed by: Zaady
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Source: The Goblins.
"High characters," cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.
Source: The Goblins. Epilogue.
Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But oh, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.
Source: Ballad upon a Wedding.
Her lips were red, and one was thin; Compared with that was next her chin,- Some bee had stung it newly.
'T is expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.
Source: Against Fruition.
Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,-- A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
Source: Brennoralt. Act iii.
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.
Source: Aglaura. Epilogue.
Nick of time.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
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