...gown, thy shoes, thy bed of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Are all soon wither'd, broke, forgotten, In Folly ripe, in Reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasp, and amber studs, Can me with no enticements move To live with thee and be thy love. But could...

...yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,...folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and toy-buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to fhee, and...

...yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soonforgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps,...

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...yield ; A honey tongue — a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,...no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date — nor age no need, Then these delights...

...thou have a kirtle of! Thou shall have a cap to-morrow. Slialupfare. Henry IV. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,...wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Raleiyh. KIRWAN (Walter Blake), an Irish divine, and celebrated preacher, was born at Galway about...

...honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy heds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon...soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy helt of straw, and ivy-buds, I in• coral clasps, and amber atuds, All these in me iin means can move,...

...Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirlle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,...folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can more, To come to tbee, and...