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... fears of being carried up to Jupiter , like another Ganymede , or turned into a star like Orion , tells him , that Jove wishes him to sing of other sub- jects than love and blind Cupido , ' and has therefore ordered , that Dan Chaucer ...
... fears of being carried up to Jupiter , like another Ganymede , or turned into a star like Orion , tells him , that Jove wishes him to sing of other sub- jects than love and blind Cupido , ' and has therefore ordered , that Dan Chaucer ...
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... fear not . But thereunto I may well think The doubtful sentence of this clause ; I would it were not as I think ; I would I thought it were not . For if I thought it were not so , Though it were so , it griev'd me not ; Unto my thought ...
... fear not . But thereunto I may well think The doubtful sentence of this clause ; I would it were not as I think ; I would I thought it were not . For if I thought it were not so , Though it were so , it griev'd me not ; Unto my thought ...
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... fear , and jealousy , prompted him to seek the de- struction of Norfolk and his son . His measures were unhappily aided by the vindictive resentment of the Duchess of Norfolk against her husband , from whom she had been long separated ...
... fear , and jealousy , prompted him to seek the de- struction of Norfolk and his son . His measures were unhappily aided by the vindictive resentment of the Duchess of Norfolk against her husband , from whom she had been long separated ...
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... fear , Toss'd and tormented by the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought : With dreadful cheer and looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next saw we Dread , all trembling how ...
... fear , Toss'd and tormented by the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought : With dreadful cheer and looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next saw we Dread , all trembling how ...
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... fear I how the wind do blow , Or whether swift I wend or whether slow : Both slow and swift alike do serve my turn : Ne swelling Neptune , ne loud - thund'ring Jove , Can change my cheer , or make me ever mourn ; My little boat can ...
... fear I how the wind do blow , Or whether swift I wend or whether slow : Both slow and swift alike do serve my turn : Ne swelling Neptune , ne loud - thund'ring Jove , Can change my cheer , or make me ever mourn ; My little boat can ...
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Page 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 323 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Page 160 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 218 - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Page 111 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay. And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay.
Page 220 - And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Page 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Page 22 - Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre, As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse, And evere honoured for his worthynesse. At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne. Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle nacions in Pruce; In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce, No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
Page 177 - O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded pride and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion, And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 7 The lyon lord of everie beast in field...
Page 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.