Plays for Young People, with Songs and Choruses, Suitable for Private Theatricals

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Simpkin, Marshall & Company, 1880
 

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Strana 76 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Strana 28 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die, because a woman's fair ? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be...
Strana 169 - Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Strana 28 - Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or, her well-deservings known, Make me quite forget my own?
Strana 144 - ... but yesterday, as I was climbing a high hill, among the trees of the forest where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, I saw a little hut; and before the hut burnt a fire; and round about the fire a funny little dwarf was dancing upon one leg, and singing: " 'Merrily the feast I'll make.
Strana 28 - That without them dare to woo ; And, unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great or good, or kind or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe — I will die ere she shall grieve. If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go : If she be not fit for me, What care I for whom she be ? THE BTBADFAST SHEPHERD.
Strana 28 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Strana 28 - Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die ? Those that bear a noble mind Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do Who without them dare to woo...
Strana 207 - BEGONE, DULL CARE, BEGONE, dull care, I prythee begone from me, Begone, dull care, thou and I shall never agree» Long time thou hast been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me kill; But i'faith, dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will.

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