 I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin, Alas ! what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou...  Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books - Page 121by William Beloe - 1807Full view - About this book
 | John Bodenham - English poetry - 1812 - 318 pages
...sting: Whilst wanton, still ye. Else I with roses euery day Will whip ye hence : And binde ye when ye long to play, For your offence. He shut my eyes to keepe ye in, lie make you fast it for your sinne," lie count your power not woorth a pinne. Alas, what hereby... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - English literature - 1812 - 502 pages
...sting: Whilst wanton, still ye. JSlse I with roses euery day Will whip ye hence : And binde ye when ye long to play, For your offence. He shut my eyes to keepe ye in, He make you fast it for your sinne, lie count your power not woorth a pinne. Alas, what hereby... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - English poetry - 1812 - 316 pages
...sting : Whilst wanton, still ye. Else I with roses euery day Will whip ye hence: And binde ye when ye long to play, For your offence. He shut my eyes to keepe ye in, He make you fast it for your sinne,' He count your power not woorth a pinne. Alas, what hereby... | |
 | William Beloe - Bibliographical literature - 1814 - 576 pages
...plaies if so I sing, He lends me every living thing, Yet cruell be my heart doth sting. Whist wantoa will ye ? Else I with roses every day Will whip you...hence. And bind you when you long to play, For your ipffence, lie shut my eyes to keepe you in, lie make you fast it for your sinne, lie court your power... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 pages
...music plays, if I but sing; He lends me every lovely thing — Yet cruel, he my heart doth sting: Ah! wanton, will ye! Else I, with roses every day, Will whip you hence; And bind ye when ye long to play, For your offence; I'll shut my eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1844 - 692 pages
...so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist, wanton, still me the Nervii. Look ! in this place ran Ciissius'...through ; See, what a rent the envious Casca mado ; I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1847 - 712 pages
...sing ; He lends me every lovely thing, J'et cmcl he my heart doth sting : Whist, wanton, still ye 1 and excess ; Full mony a waistful wally-drag, With...wames unweildable, did forth wag, In creish that di ; I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1847 - 712 pages
...He lends me every lovely thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : \Vhist, wanton, still ye ! П*е ; I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count vour ]>ower not... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1849 - 708 pages
...so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist, wanton, still e pur ! ; I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1850 - 710 pages
...He lends me every lovely thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist, wanton, still ye 1 Else 1 umber of the dead long exccedeth all that shall live. The night of time far surpasseth the day, ; I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not... | |
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