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... thou never fo fayre , Or never fo pleasantly begin to fmile , As tho ' thou would'ft my ruine all repayre , During my life thou shalt not me begile , Truft fhall I God to entre in a while His haven of heaven fure and uniforme , Ever ...
... thou never fo fayre , Or never fo pleasantly begin to fmile , As tho ' thou would'ft my ruine all repayre , During my life thou shalt not me begile , Truft fhall I God to entre in a while His haven of heaven fure and uniforme , Ever ...
Page 45
... thou wilt do me this day a greater " benefit than any mortal man can be able to give " me ; pluck up thy spirit man , and be not afraid " to do thy office , my neck is very short , take heed " therefore that thou strike not awry for ...
... thou wilt do me this day a greater " benefit than any mortal man can be able to give " me ; pluck up thy spirit man , and be not afraid " to do thy office , my neck is very short , take heed " therefore that thou strike not awry for ...
Page 47
... thou pale ? Sickness how dareft thou one fo fair invade ? . Too bafe infirmity to work her bale . Heaven be diftempered fince fhe grieved pines , Never be dry , thefe my fad plaintive lines . Pearch thou my fpirit on her filver breafts ...
... thou pale ? Sickness how dareft thou one fo fair invade ? . Too bafe infirmity to work her bale . Heaven be diftempered fince fhe grieved pines , Never be dry , thefe my fad plaintive lines . Pearch thou my fpirit on her filver breafts ...
Page 48
... thou greets , And yet thou fheweft me day but by twilight . I'll kiss thee for the kindness I have felt . Her lips one kifs would into nectar melt . From the emperor's court he went to the city of Florence , the pride and glory of Italy ...
... thou greets , And yet thou fheweft me day but by twilight . I'll kiss thee for the kindness I have felt . Her lips one kifs would into nectar melt . From the emperor's court he went to the city of Florence , the pride and glory of Italy ...
Page 68
... thou Heywood , with thy mad merry wit ? Yea for footh mafter , that name is even hit . Art thou Heywood , that apply'ft mirth more than thrift ? Yes fir , I take merry mirth , a golden gift . Art thou Heywood , that haft made many mad ...
... thou Heywood , with thy mad merry wit ? Yea for footh mafter , that name is even hit . Art thou Heywood , that apply'ft mirth more than thrift ? Yes fir , I take merry mirth , a golden gift . Art thou Heywood , that haft made many mad ...
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Page 88 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 233 - Above the ill fortune of them, or the need. I therefore will begin: Soul of the age! 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.
Page 302 - I know frail beauty like the purple flower, To which one morn oft birth and death affords; That love a jarring is of minds...
Page 16 - Dire was the tossing, deep the groans ; Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Page 130 - His images are indeed every where so lively, that the thing he would represent stands full before you, and you possess every part of it. I will venture to point out one more : which is, I think, as strong and as uncommon as any thing I ever saw.
Page 129 - His wit was in his own power; would the rule of it had been so too. Many times he fell into those things could not escape laughter; as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him, "Caesar, thou dost me wrong," he replied, "Caesar did never wrong but with just cause"; and such like, which were ridiculous.
Page 81 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear ; For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Page 282 - Falkland ; a person of such prodigious parts of learning and knowledge, of that inimitable sweetness and delight in conversation, of so flowing and obliging a humanity and goodness to mankind, and of that primitive simplicity and integrity of life, that if there were no other brand upon this odious and accursed civil war, than that single loss, it must be most infamous and execrable to all posterity.
Page 198 - Dr. Donne, I have invited you to dinner, and, though you sit not down with me, yet I will carve to you of a dish that I know you love well, for, knowing you love London, I do therefore make you Dean of St. Paul's. And when I have dined, then do you take your beloved dish home to your study, say grace there to yourself, and much good may it do you.
Page 97 - The English have only to boast of Spenser and Milton, who neither of them wanted either genius or learning to have been perfect poets; and yet both of them are liable to many censures.