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... rich fecrets ; but by the stealth Of our owne vanity , w'are left fo poore , The creature meerely fenfuall knowes more . The learned Halcyon by her wifdome finds A gentle feafon , when the feas and winds Are filenc't by a calme , and ...
... rich fecrets ; but by the stealth Of our owne vanity , w'are left fo poore , The creature meerely fenfuall knowes more . The learned Halcyon by her wifdome finds A gentle feafon , when the feas and winds Are filenc't by a calme , and ...
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... Rich in the purchase of fo fweete a friend . And though my fate conducts me to the shade Of humble Quiet , my ambition payde With fafe content , while a pure Virgin fame Doth raife me trophies in Caftara's name . No thought of glory ...
... Rich in the purchase of fo fweete a friend . And though my fate conducts me to the shade Of humble Quiet , my ambition payde With fafe content , while a pure Virgin fame Doth raife me trophies in Caftara's name . No thought of glory ...
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... rich , but fee men too unkind , Dig in the bowels of the richest mind : I would be wife , but that I often fee The fox fufpected , whilft the afs goes free : I would be fair , but fee the fair and proud Like the bright fun , oft fetting ...
... rich , but fee men too unkind , Dig in the bowels of the richest mind : I would be wife , but that I often fee The fox fufpected , whilft the afs goes free : I would be fair , but fee the fair and proud Like the bright fun , oft fetting ...
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... rich , wife , all in fuperlatives : Yet I more freely would these gifts refign , Than ever fortune would have made them mine , And hold one minute of this holy leisure , Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure . Welcome pure thoughts ...
... rich , wife , all in fuperlatives : Yet I more freely would these gifts refign , Than ever fortune would have made them mine , And hold one minute of this holy leisure , Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure . Welcome pure thoughts ...
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... Rich in the World's opinion , and men's praise , And full in all we could defire , but dayes , He that is warn'd of this , and fhall forbeare To vent a figh for him , or shed a teare , May he live long fcorn'd and unpitied fall , And ...
... Rich in the World's opinion , and men's praise , And full in all we could defire , but dayes , He that is warn'd of this , and fhall forbeare To vent a figh for him , or shed a teare , May he live long fcorn'd and unpitied fall , And ...
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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.