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... Heaven , to Hell did Dives goe . We trample graffe , and prize the flowers of May , Yet graffe is greene , when flowers doe fade away . Robert Southwell . The Diftinction between WISDOM and KNOWLEDGE . HE Morall Poets , ( nor unaptly ) ...
... Heaven , to Hell did Dives goe . We trample graffe , and prize the flowers of May , Yet graffe is greene , when flowers doe fade away . Robert Southwell . The Diftinction between WISDOM and KNOWLEDGE . HE Morall Poets , ( nor unaptly ) ...
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... Heavens prefcription to be free , And t ' have a grant t ' endure as long as He . Mufophilus . by S. Daniel . A few lines of inferior merit are here omitted . THE THE IDEA BEATIFICA L. End , and Beginning of each 10 DIDACTIC AND MORAL ...
... Heavens prefcription to be free , And t ' have a grant t ' endure as long as He . Mufophilus . by S. Daniel . A few lines of inferior merit are here omitted . THE THE IDEA BEATIFICA L. End , and Beginning of each 10 DIDACTIC AND MORAL ...
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... Heaven is thy Chiefetain , and the world thy field . To be afraid to die , or wifh for death , Are words and paffions of defpairing breath : Who doth the first , the day doth faintly yeeld , And who the fecond , bafely flies the field ...
... Heaven is thy Chiefetain , and the world thy field . To be afraid to die , or wifh for death , Are words and paffions of defpairing breath : Who doth the first , the day doth faintly yeeld , And who the fecond , bafely flies the field ...
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... Heaven's loud trumpet , warbled by the fhrill Celestial quire , recorded with a quill , Pluckt from the pinion of an Angels wing , Confirm'd with joy by Heavens eternal King ; Conquer thyfelfe , thy rebel thoughts repell , And chafe ...
... Heaven's loud trumpet , warbled by the fhrill Celestial quire , recorded with a quill , Pluckt from the pinion of an Angels wing , Confirm'd with joy by Heavens eternal King ; Conquer thyfelfe , thy rebel thoughts repell , And chafe ...
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... Heaven holds not out His bow for ever bent ; the difpofition Of nobleft fpirit , doth , by oppofition , Exafperate the more : a gloomy night Whets on the morning to returne more bright ; + Brave minds , oppreft , fhould in defpight of ...
... Heaven holds not out His bow for ever bent ; the difpofition Of nobleft fpirit , doth , by oppofition , Exafperate the more : a gloomy night Whets on the morning to returne more bright ; + Brave minds , oppreft , fhould in defpight of ...
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Page 107 - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes : Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
Page 107 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 162 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 149 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 60 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Page 85 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done; This too familiar care does make me rue it: No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Page 36 - I cannot, I, no, no ! it will not be. This is the cause that I could never yet Hang on their sleeves that weigh, as thou mayst see, A chip of chance more than a pound of wit.
Page 21 - 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.
Page 174 - If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.