9. That shall be to-morrow Not to-night: I must bury sorrow Out of sight. 10. Must a little weep, Love, · Foolish me! And so fall asleep, Love, Loved by thee. FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave! Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar. Do, harry out, if you must show your zeal, Three streets off. he's a certain... how d'ye call? In the house that caps the corner. Boh! you were be! Remember and tell me, the day you're hanged, How you affected such a gullet's-gripe! But you, sir, it concerns you that your knaves Zooks, are we pilchards, that they sweep the streets Just such a face! why, sir, you make amends. With the pike and lantern, — for the slave that holds With one hand (“look you, now," as who should say) "Tell you I liked your looks at very first. Let's sit and set things straight now, hip to haunch. Here's spring come, and the nights one makes up bands To roam the town and sing out carnival, And I've been three weeks shut within my mew, And saints again. I could not paint all night-- There came a hurry of feet and little feet, A sweep of lutestrings, laughs, and whifts of song,- Take away love, and our earth is a tomb! I let Lisa go, and what good's in life since? shapes And a face that looked up... zooks, sir, flesh and blood, That's all I'm made of! Into shreds it went, Curtain and counterpane and coverlet, There was a ladder! down I let myself, Hands and feet, scrambling somehow, and so dropped, And after them. I came up with the fun Hard by St. Laurence, hail fellow, well met, - If I've been merry, what matter who knows? head |