Peter Hausted - Results found: 44
Pandora when I record thy name
Thy name that's bounded with that sacred number me thi
nks the numerous orbs dwell in my ear
after which sound all others seem un-
pleasing harsh and void of harmony
Pandora oh how sweet a life had the
chameleon might he
but ever feed upon
such
air
By Lucius,
in The Rival Friends (1.3, p. 18),
Peter Hausted
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 22v
Ere
I'd loose a sigh or set my soulesoul one scruple
of a note the lower for these scarecrows in
clean linens these chippings of nature
I'd damn myself to a thatched ale house
and St Kitts Tobacco and dabble there eternally
By Lucius,
in The Rival Friends (1.4, p. 19),
Peter Hausted
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 22v