Sweetful

Vnder a Popler Themis did repoſe her, / And from a brier a ſweetfull branch did plucke:[…]

No Friend attending, ſave the warbling Bird / Of Night, which kindly tun’d her melancholy Song / With ſweetful Mone, in Pity to her Fate.

For Maſter Billy Thrumm being juſt out of his Time, his Mamma was reſolved to have a Rout to celebrate his Freedom; and her Spouſe, Mr. Churchwarden, dealing in Rabbit Skins, and the Warehouſe at that Time being empty, ſhe inſiſted upon having the Card-tables ſpread there; becauſe, ſhe ſaid, it was a ſweetfuller Place, than where Madam Hipſhott the Overſeer’s Wife kept her’s;

This sweetful day will all be lost[…]Come lovley Jenny haste away / Quickly come make no delay / Come & view these sweetful flowers / Nurs’d by Aprils softest showers / Haste & greet their happy shade / Soon they’l wither soon they’l fade / Then haste my dearest haste away / Come & taste the sweets of May

I begin to read two or three chapters for a time; but the sweetful words draw me to read about eight or nine chapters.

Of sweetful tones would you deprive the lute?[…]The seasons meet her on this sweetful land, / Persuasion crowns her on this Paphian strand;

In his own language, he wasted the “sweetful fragrance of his voice upon the desert air.”

Her sweetful voice that laughed so clear, / And her own nameless, winsome way, / The simple dress she loved to wear, / Eyes that but looked, and I drawn near— / Now closed in Night for aye!