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Pagina 12
... crown ? Thankfully I Gave it as raufom . But as fiddlers ftill , Though they be paid to be gone , yet needs will Thrust one more jigg upon you ; so did he With his long complimented thanks vex me . But he is gone , thanks to his needy ...
... crown ? Thankfully I Gave it as raufom . But as fiddlers ftill , Though they be paid to be gone , yet needs will Thrust one more jigg upon you ; so did he With his long complimented thanks vex me . But he is gone , thanks to his needy ...
Pagina 41
... crown of frail bays , Reward my Mufe's white fincerity , Bet what thy thorny crown gain'd that give me , A crown of glory , which doch flower always : The ends crown our works , but thou crown'ft our ends , For at our ends begins our ...
... crown of frail bays , Reward my Mufe's white fincerity , Bet what thy thorny crown gain'd that give me , A crown of glory , which doch flower always : The ends crown our works , but thou crown'ft our ends , For at our ends begins our ...
Pagina 42
... crown of prayer and praise . IN that , O Queen of queens ! thy birth was free From that which others doth of grace ... crowns do wear , To glory in the pomp of earthly things ; If men fuch high refpects unto you bear , Which daughters ...
... crown of prayer and praise . IN that , O Queen of queens ! thy birth was free From that which others doth of grace ... crowns do wear , To glory in the pomp of earthly things ; If men fuch high refpects unto you bear , Which daughters ...
Pagina 52
... crown fall'n from our head , and wo Be unto us , because we'ave finned fo : 16. For this our hearts do languifh , and for this Over our eyes a cloudy dimnefs is ; 17. Becaufe Mount Sion defolate doth lie , And foxes there do go at ...
... crown fall'n from our head , and wo Be unto us , because we'ave finned fo : 16. For this our hearts do languifh , and for this Over our eyes a cloudy dimnefs is ; 17. Becaufe Mount Sion defolate doth lie , And foxes there do go at ...
Pagina 116
... crown against the crown ; Whilft all pretending right , all right's thrown [ down . 11 . What fury , O what madness held thee fo , Dear England , ( too too prodigal of blood ) , To wafte fo much , and war without a foe ; Whilft France ...
... crown against the crown ; Whilft all pretending right , all right's thrown [ down . 11 . What fury , O what madness held thee fo , Dear England , ( too too prodigal of blood ) , To wafte fo much , and war without a foe ; Whilft France ...
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Pagina 537 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 536 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Pagina 590 - IF I freely may discover What would please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of court than city ; A little proud, but full of pity ; Light and humorous in her toying ; Oft...
Pagina 533 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Pagina 33 - When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learned that womanhead To be to more than one a bed), And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone...
Pagina 543 - No, Both wills were in one stature ; And as that wisdom had decreed, The Word was now made Flesh indeed, And took on him our nature. What comfort by Him do we win, Who made Himself the price of sin, To make us heirs of Glory ! To see this babe, all innocence, A martyr born in our defence : Can man forget this...
Pagina 590 - Though I am young and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet, I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts : And then again, I have been told, Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold ; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up or fall ; Or to our end, like way may have By...
Pagina 30 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Pagina 23 - Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys and sour prentices; Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Pagina 518 - Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace; and, asked, say: Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry...