The Plays & Poems of Robert Greene, Volume 2

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Clarendon Press, 1905 - Poetry

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Page 366 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?
Page 356 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 362 - Hic Venus, indigno nati concussa dolore, Dictamnum genetrix Cretaea carpit ab Ida, Puberibus caulem foliis, et flore comantem Purpureo : non ilia feris incognita capris Gramina, cum tergo volucres haesere sagittae.
Page 6 - England, bethought himselfe how he might keepe it hereafter from the like conquests, and so make himselfe famous hereafter to all posterities. This (after great study) hee found could be no way so well done as one; which was to make a head of brasse, and if he could make this head to speake (and heare it when it speakes) then might hee be able to wall all England about with brasse.
Page 18 - Marry, Sirrah Ned, thou shalt put on my cap and my coat and my dagger, and I will put on thy clothes and thy sword ; and so thou shalt be my fool.
Page 328 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Page 405 - I tell thee, Lacy, that her sparkling eyes Do lighten forth sweet love's alluring fire; And in her tresses she doth fold the looks Of such as gaze upon her golden hair: Her bashful...
Page 6 - ... out any hope of what they sought, that at the last they concluded to raise a spirit, and to know of him that which they could not attaine to by their owne studies.
Page 34 - Ralph. Why, servant Ned, will not the friar do it ? Were not my sword glued to my scabbard by conjuration, I would cut off his head, and make him do it by force. Miles. In faith, my lord, your manhood and your sword is all alike; they are so fast conjured that we shall never see them.
Page 7 - After Fryer Bacon had given him a great charge the second time : Fryer Bungy and he went to sleepe, and Miles, alone to watch the brasen head : Miles, to keepe him from sleeping, got a tabor and pipe, and being merry disposed, sung this song to a Northren tune : OF CAM'ST THOU NOT FROM NEW-CASTLE.

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