Dearling

Thoſe daintie parts, the dearlings of delight, / Which mote not be prophan'd of common eyes, […]

[…] Auguſtius Cæſar in his very entrance into affaires, vvhen he vvas a dearling of the Senate, yet in his haranges to the people, vvould ſvveare Ita parentis honores conſequi liceat, (vvhich vvas no leſſe then the Tyranny,) […]

And tis a common obſervation in Familites, that the moſt diſcountenanc'd child oft makes better proof, then the dearling.

'Twas not satiety bade me leave the dearling of my soul, ⁕ But that she sinned a mortal sin which clipt me in its clip: […]

"Whate'er you say, dearling." Despite her insults, Geirolf could see the love glowing in her face and he was encouraged.

"I dinna ken, dearling," he said huskily. "I wish … och, how I wish … I canna bear to think o' ye locked up in here."

Do thou dred infant, Venus dearling doue, / From her high ſpirit chaſe imperious feare, / And vſe of avvfull Maieſtie remoue: […]