Archaica, containing a reprint of scarce old English prose tracts, with prefaces by sir E. Brydges, Volume 11815 |
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... earth barren , and the sun without light , than thou wouldest have sought to violate the honesty of PHILOMELA , or blemish the honour of PHILIPPO . PHILIPPO's wealth is at thy will , his sword at thy command , his heart placed in thy ...
... earth barren , and the sun without light , than thou wouldest have sought to violate the honesty of PHILOMELA , or blemish the honour of PHILIPPO . PHILIPPO's wealth is at thy will , his sword at thy command , his heart placed in thy ...
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... earth , For justice and rough chastisement . King John . 3 The poor doth fear no poison which attends In place of greater state . Full oft ' tis seen Cymbeline . Our mean secures us ; and our mere defects Prove our commodities . What we ...
... earth , For justice and rough chastisement . King John . 3 The poor doth fear no poison which attends In place of greater state . Full oft ' tis seen Cymbeline . Our mean secures us ; and our mere defects Prove our commodities . What we ...
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... earth , nor the cameleon from the air ; nor could MENAPHON live but in sight of his SAMELA : whose breath was perfumed air , whose eyes were fire wherein he delighted to dally , whose heart the earthly paradise wherein he desired to ...
... earth , nor the cameleon from the air ; nor could MENAPHON live but in sight of his SAMELA : whose breath was perfumed air , whose eyes were fire wherein he delighted to dally , whose heart the earthly paradise wherein he desired to ...
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... earth ; your Shepherd is forlorn ; Mourn times and hours , since bale invades by bower : Curse every tongue , the place where I was born ; Curse every thought , the life which makes me lour . Farewel , my hopes ; farewel , my happy days ...
... earth ; your Shepherd is forlorn ; Mourn times and hours , since bale invades by bower : Curse every tongue , the place where I was born ; Curse every thought , the life which makes me lour . Farewel , my hopes ; farewel , my happy days ...
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... earth , time , place , and every power , Have with her conspired To turn my blissful sweet to baleful sour , Since I , fond , desired The heaven , whereto my thoughts may not aspire , Ay me unhappy ! It was my fault t'embrace my bane ...
... earth , time , place , and every power , Have with her conspired To turn my blissful sweet to baleful sour , Since I , fond , desired The heaven , whereto my thoughts may not aspire , Ay me unhappy ! It was my fault t'embrace my bane ...
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amongst Arcadia beauty began blemish blood CARMELA Christ comfort conceit conscience court daughter dead death delight DEMOCLES desire desolate devil DORON doth Duke Duke of Milan Earl earth eclogues enemy eyes face fancy favour fear folly fortune Gabriel Harvey gather Genoese gentleman glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope humour husband Jerusalem king labour lady LAMEDON leave lest live look Lord lovers LUTESIO man's MELICERTUS MENAPHON mind misery mistress nature never NICHOLAS BRETON Palermo passion patience perfection PESANA PHILIPPO PHILOMELA PLEUSIDIPPUS poor praise Private Press quoth repent rest revenge ROBERT GREENE ROBERT SOUTHWELL SEPHESTIA shepherd shew sighs sith smile sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears thee Thessaly thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself truth unto Venice Venus virtue wanton wherein wife wonder words worthy
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Page 2 - 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.
Page 9 - There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country: and when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it.
Page 6 - When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old, there's grief enough for thee.
Page xvii - It is a common practice now-adays, amongst a sort of shifting companions that run through every art and thrive by none, to leave the trade of Noverint, whereto they were born, and busy themselves with the endeavours of art, that could scarcely Latinize their neck-verse if they should have need; yet English Seneca, read by candle-light, yields many good sentences, as blood is a beggar...
Page vii - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
Page 85 - BEFORE my face the picture hangs, That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs, That shortly I am like to find : But yet, alas, full little I Do think hereon that I must die.
Page 17 - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Page xvii - ... immortality, if they but once get Boreas by ' the beard, and the heavenly Bull by the dewlap. But ' herein I cannot so fully bequeath them to folly, as ' their idiot art-masters, that intrude themselves to our ' ears as the alchymists of eloquence, who (mounted ' on the stage of arrogance) think to outbrave better ' pens with the swelling bombast of bragging blank
Page 86 - I do use to wear, The knife wherewith I cut my meat, And eke that old and ancient chair, Which is my only usual seat; All these do tell me I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
Page 86 - Wherefore I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I. Though all the East did quake to hear Of Alexander's dreadful name, And all the West did likewise fear To hear of Julius Caesar's fame, Yet both by death in dust now lie; Who then can 'scape but he must die?