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... kings forget to govern as they ought , Yet subjects must obey as they are bound . " Yet how little he was borne out ... kings The things that they abhor in rascal routs . When kings on slender quarrels run to wars , And then in cruel and ...
... kings forget to govern as they ought , Yet subjects must obey as they are bound . " Yet how little he was borne out ... kings The things that they abhor in rascal routs . When kings on slender quarrels run to wars , And then in cruel and ...
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... kings . " The principal characters make as many invo- cations to the names of their children , their coun- try , and their friends , as Cicero in his Orations , and all the topics insisted upon are open , direct , urged in the face of ...
... kings . " The principal characters make as many invo- cations to the names of their children , their coun- try , and their friends , as Cicero in his Orations , and all the topics insisted upon are open , direct , urged in the face of ...
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... King Cræsus pompe , and Irus pouertie . And next in order sad Old Age we found , His beard all hoare , his eyes hollow and blind , With drouping cheere still poring on the ground , As on the place where nature him assign'd To rest ...
... King Cræsus pompe , and Irus pouertie . And next in order sad Old Age we found , His beard all hoare , his eyes hollow and blind , With drouping cheere still poring on the ground , As on the place where nature him assign'd To rest ...
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... kings : I'll have them wall all Germany with brass , And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg ; I'll have them ... king of all the provinces : Yea , stranger engines for the brunt of war Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp bridge , I ...
... kings : I'll have them wall all Germany with brass , And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg ; I'll have them ... king of all the provinces : Yea , stranger engines for the brunt of war Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp bridge , I ...
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... kings indeed are Deities . And who'd not ( as the sun ) in brightness shine ? To be the greatest is to be divine . Who among millions would not be the mightiest ? To sit in godlike state ; to have all eyes Dazzled with admiration , and ...
... kings indeed are Deities . And who'd not ( as the sun ) in brightness shine ? To be the greatest is to be divine . Who among millions would not be the mightiest ? To sit in godlike state ; to have all eyes Dazzled with admiration , and ...
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Page 29 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 225 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
Page 225 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 299 - ... daily haunts us with dying mementos, and time that grows old in itself, bids us hope no long duration, diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation.
Page 312 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...
Page 226 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 291 - Homer continued twenty-five hundred years, or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, cities, have been decayed and demolished ? It is not possible to have the true pictures or statues of Cyrus, Alexander, Caesar, no nor of the kings or great personages of much later years; for the originals cannot last, and the copies cannot but lose of the life and truth.
Page 55 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Page 253 - SOME ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say : But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and show'd them there The quarelets of Pearl.
Page 59 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates.