The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Waste of youth’s most precious years,
Waste of ways the saints have trod,
Waste of Glory, waste of God,
War!
‘More Rough Rhymes of a Padre’ by ‘Woodbine Willie’ (1919) ‘Waste’
When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged Him on a tree,
They drave great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns, red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham they simply passed Him by,
They never hurt a hair of Him, they only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender and they would not give Him pain,
They only just passed down the street, and left Him in the rain.
‘Peace Rhymes of a Padre’ (1921) ‘Indifference’
7.181 Sir John Suckling 1609-42
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can’t move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
‘Aglaura’ (1637) act 4, sc. 1, song
Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move:
This cannot take her.
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her!
‘Aglaura’ (1637) act 4, sc. 1, song
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
‘A Ballad upon a Wedding’ (1646) st. 8
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Catherine pear
(The side that’s next the sun).
‘A Ballad upon a Wedding’ (1646) st. 8
Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Compared to that was next her chin
(Some bee had stung it newly).
‘A Ballad upon a Wedding’ (1646) st. 11