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Page 69
From rest and sleep , which but thy pictures be , Much pleasure ; then from thee much more must flow , And soonest our best men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and souls ' delivery . Thou art slave to fate , chance , kings , and ...
From rest and sleep , which but thy pictures be , Much pleasure ; then from thee much more must flow , And soonest our best men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and souls ' delivery . Thou art slave to fate , chance , kings , and ...
Page 87
But their guards , methinks , do sleep ! Let us wake them . - Sirs , you keep Proper watch , that thus do lie Drowned in sloth ! 1 Sat. They have ne'er an eye To wake withal . 2 Sat.
But their guards , methinks , do sleep ! Let us wake them . - Sirs , you keep Proper watch , that thus do lie Drowned in sloth ! 1 Sat. They have ne'er an eye To wake withal . 2 Sat.
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The hollowing owl , her post , prepares the way ; And winged dreams , as gnat swarms flutt'ring , let Sad sleep , who fain his eyes in rest would steep . Why then at death do weary mortals weep ? Sleep's but a shorter death ; death's ...
The hollowing owl , her post , prepares the way ; And winged dreams , as gnat swarms flutt'ring , let Sad sleep , who fain his eyes in rest would steep . Why then at death do weary mortals weep ? Sleep's but a shorter death ; death's ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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