If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make.
John Suckling
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
loss break-ups
Tis now since I sat down before That foolish fort, a heart, (Time strangely spent) a year, and more, And still I did my part:
thetimes time
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.
dance light
Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she cannot love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
beauty
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