The British Muse: Or, A Collection of Thoughts, Moral, Natural, and Sublime, of Our English Poets: who Flourished in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries ...F. Cogan, 1738 |
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Pagina 8
... Still waving , as the fits and ftirs of's mind Could beft exprefs how flow his foul fail'd on , How fwift his fhip . 2. Thou fhould't have made him As little as a crow , or lefs ; ere left To after - eye him . 1. Madam , fo I did . 2. I ...
... Still waving , as the fits and ftirs of's mind Could beft exprefs how flow his foul fail'd on , How fwift his fhip . 2. Thou fhould't have made him As little as a crow , or lefs ; ere left To after - eye him . 1. Madam , fo I did . 2. I ...
Pagina 25
... still with pleasant fights ; My heart enjoy'd all that was wifh'd of late , Whilft it the height of happiness did cloy ; Still ferv'd with dainty , but fufpected meat , My foul with pleasure fick , was faint for joy : All , with much ...
... still with pleasant fights ; My heart enjoy'd all that was wifh'd of late , Whilft it the height of happiness did cloy ; Still ferv'd with dainty , but fufpected meat , My foul with pleasure fick , was faint for joy : All , with much ...
Pagina 37
... still was fubject to their will ; Their want , O happy ! was the want of ill . Brown's Paftorals . 1. Our want with this philofophy doth well Agree ; but yet I hope your conftancy Will yield it a far lefs uneafy task To commend poverty ...
... still was fubject to their will ; Their want , O happy ! was the want of ill . Brown's Paftorals . 1. Our want with this philofophy doth well Agree ; but yet I hope your conftancy Will yield it a far lefs uneafy task To commend poverty ...
Pagina 43
... still poffeft Of thofe effects , for which I did the murther ; My crown , my own ambition , and my queen . What then ? what refts ? Try , what repentance can : what can it not ? Yet what can it , when one cannot repent ? Oh wretched ...
... still poffeft Of thofe effects , for which I did the murther ; My crown , my own ambition , and my queen . What then ? what refts ? Try , what repentance can : what can it not ? Yet what can it , when one cannot repent ? Oh wretched ...
Pagina 49
... still aspire : Or , if ought higher were than that , did it defire . And proud Lucifera men did her call . Spenfer's Fairy Queen . He that is proud eats up himself . Pride is His own glass , his own trumpet , his own chronicle ; And ...
... still aspire : Or , if ought higher were than that , did it defire . And proud Lucifera men did her call . Spenfer's Fairy Queen . He that is proud eats up himself . Pride is His own glass , his own trumpet , his own chronicle ; And ...
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Pagina 23 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Pagina 295 - And new philosophy calls all in doubt; The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and th' earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it.
Pagina 246 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Pagina 47 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.
Pagina 24 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pagina 193 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Pagina 9 - Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Pagina 279 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Pagina 88 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
Pagina 259 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners ; so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.