"Meeter" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... self a poem she doth dresse. And curls a line, as she would do a tresse; Powders a sonnet as she does her hair, Then prostitutes them both to publick aire. Nor is 't enough, that they their faces blind With a false dye; but they must paint their mind, In meeter scold, and in scann'd order brawl, Yet there's one Sapho left may save them all. But now let me recal my passion. Oh! (from a noble father, nobler son) You, that alone are the Clarissimi, And the whole gen'rous state of ...
— Lucasta • Richard Lovelace
... left!" As for the others, whom Harvey calls "his gentle and liberall friends," Nash boldly caricatures the grotesque crew, as "tender itchie brained infants, that cared not what they did, so they might come in print; worthless whippets, and jack-straws, who meeter it in his commendation, whom he would compare with the highest." The works of these young writers he describes by an image exquisitely ...
— Calamities and Quarrels of Authors • Isaac D'Israeli
... euery straight, vve thought to rest our selues for that night there. The Gouernour sent vs some refreshing, as bread, vvine, oyle, apples, grapes, marmalad and such lyke. About midnight the vveather beginnes to ouercast, insomuch that it vvas thought meeter to repaire aboord, then to make any longer abode on land, and before vve could recouer the Fleete, a great tempest arose, vvhich caused many of our ships to driue from their anker hold, and some ...
— A Svmmarie and Trve Discovrse of Sir Frances Drakes VVest Indian Voyage • Richard Field
... me good or bad: In their applause and best esteem, There's no contentment to be had. Thy steps, Lord, in this dirt I see; And lest my soul from God should stray, I'll bear my cross and follow thee: Let others choose the fairer way. My face is meeter for the spit; I am more suitable to shame, And to the taunts of scornful wit: It's no great matter for ...
— England's Antiphon • George MacDonald
... this barbed shaft descend Upon the fragile body of a fawn, Like fire upon a heap of tender flowers! Can thy steel bolts no meeter quarry find Than the warm life-blood of a harmless deer? Restore, great Prince, thy weapon to its quiver. More it becomes thy arms to shield the weak, Than to bring anguish ...
— Sakoontala or The Lost Ring - An Indian Drama • Kalidasa
... moment meeter made for love? Beautiful are your closed lips beneath my kiss; And all your yielding sweetness beautiful— Oh, never in all the world was such a night ...
— Georgian Poetry 1918-19 • Various |
