 | Robert Anderson - English poetry - 1795 - 912 pages
...wounds his hand doth feafon. And he hates none, like to Keafon. Trnft him not ! his words, though fweet, Seldom with his heart do meet. All his practice is deceit ; Every gift it is a bait ; Mot a kit's but poifon bears ; And moft treafon in his tears. Ule minute* are his reign ; Then the... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 pages
...baths their warmest blood : Nought but wounds his hand doth season, And he hates none like to reason. Trust him not ; his words, though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet : All his practise is deceit, Every gift is but a bait : Not a kiss but poison bears, And most treason's in his... | |
 | George Ellis - English poetry - 1803 - 468 pages
...is deceit, Every gift it is a bait : Not a kiss but poison bears, * And most treason in his tears. Idle minutes are his reign; Then the straggler makes his gain, By presenting maids with toys, And would have ye think them joys : 'Tis the ambition of the elf To have... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 512 pages
...baths their warmest blood : 'Nanght but wounds his hand doth season, Ami he hates none like to reason. Trust him not ; his words, though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet , .All his practice is deoeit, Every gift is but a bait : .Not a kiss but poison bears, And most treason 's in his tears.... | |
 | Thomas Evans - Ballads, English - 1810 - 386 pages
...baths their warmest blood, Nought but wounds his hands doth season, And he hates none like to reason. Trust him not, his words though sweet, Seldom with...kiss but poison bears, And most treason in his tears. Idle minutes are his reign, Then the straggler makes his gairt, By presenting maids with toys, And... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 728 pages
...season; And he hates none like to Reason. SECOND GRACE. Trust him not : his words, though sweet, Seldome with his heart do meet. All his practice is deceit; Every gift it is a bait; Not a kisse, but ppyson beares ; And most treason in his teares. THIRD GRACE. Idle minutes are his raigne;... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - English literature - 1810 - 618 pages
...baths their warmest blood, Nought but wounds his hands doth season, And he hates none like to reason. Trust him not, his words though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet, AH his practise is deceit, Every gift it is a bait, Not a kiss* but poyson bean, And most treason in... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 746 pages
...season; And he hates none like, to Reason. SECOND GRACE. Trust him not : his words, though sweet, Seldome with his heart do meet. All his practice is deceit; Every gift ;t is a bait; Not a kisse, but poyson beares ; And most treason in his teares. THIKD GRACE. Idle minutes... | |
 | Thomas Evans - Ballads, English - 1810 - 384 pages
...practice is deceit Every gift it is a bait, Not a kiss but poison bears, And most treason in his tears. Idle minutes are his reign, Then the straggler makes his gain", By presenting maids with toys, And would have you think 'em joys ; Tis the ambition of the elf, To have... | |
 | George Ellis - English poetry - 1811 - 472 pages
...baths their wannest blood : Nought but wounds his hand doth season, And he hates none like to Reason. Trust him not : his words, though sweet, Seldom with...kiss but poison bears, And most treason in his tears. Idle minutes are his reign : Then the straggler makes his gain, By presenting maids with toys, And... | |
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Trust him not ; his words, though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet. All his practice is deceit ; Every gift it is a bait ; Not a kiss but poison bears ; And most treason in his tears. 
