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... hast seen him , Menaphon , What stature wields he , and what personage ? Men . Of stature tall , and straightly fashioned , Like his desire , lift upwards and divine ; So large of limbs , his joints so strongly knit , Such breadth of ...
... hast seen him , Menaphon , What stature wields he , and what personage ? Men . Of stature tall , and straightly fashioned , Like his desire , lift upwards and divine ; So large of limbs , his joints so strongly knit , Such breadth of ...
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... Hast thou beheld a peal of ordnance strike A ring of pikes , mingled with shot and horse , Whose shatter'd limbs , being tossed as high as heaven , Hang in the air as thick as sunny motes , And canst thou , coward , stand in fear of ...
... Hast thou beheld a peal of ordnance strike A ring of pikes , mingled with shot and horse , Whose shatter'd limbs , being tossed as high as heaven , Hang in the air as thick as sunny motes , And canst thou , coward , stand in fear of ...
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... hast ravish'd me ! Bene disserere est fins logices . Is , to dispute well , logic's chiefest end ! Affords this art no greater miracle ? Then read no more ; thou hast attain'd that end : A great subject fitteth Faustus ' wit : Bid o xau ...
... hast ravish'd me ! Bene disserere est fins logices . Is , to dispute well , logic's chiefest end ! Affords this art no greater miracle ? Then read no more ; thou hast attain'd that end : A great subject fitteth Faustus ' wit : Bid o xau ...
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... hast thou not attain'd that end ? Is not thy common talk found aphorisms ? Are not thy bills hung up as monuments , Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague , And thousand desperate maladies been eas'd ? Yet art thou still but ...
... hast thou not attain'd that end ? Is not thy common talk found aphorisms ? Are not thy bills hung up as monuments , Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague , And thousand desperate maladies been eas'd ? Yet art thou still but ...
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... hast thou but one bare hour to live , And then thou must be damn'd perpetually ! Stand still , you ever - moving spheres of heaven , That time may cease , and midnight never come ; Fair Nature's eye , rise , rise again , and make ...
... hast thou but one bare hour to live , And then thou must be damn'd perpetually ! Stand still , you ever - moving spheres of heaven , That time may cease , and midnight never come ; Fair Nature's eye , rise , rise again , and make ...
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Page 170 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 151 - Which, lightened by her neck, like diamonds shone. She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind Would burn or parch her hands, but, to her mind, Or warm or cool them, for they took delight To play upon those hands, they were so white.
Page 103 - Gallop apace, bright Phoebus, through the sky, And dusky night, in rusty iron car, Between you both shorten the time, I pray, That I may see that most desired day When we may meet these traitors in the field.
Page 36 - Give me the merchants of the Indian mines, That trade in metal of the purest mould ; The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks Without control can pick his riches up, And in his house heap pearl like...
Page 31 - Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 114 - But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown ; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun ; Let never silent night possess this clime : Stand still you watches...
Page 8 - And every warrior that is rapt with love Of fame, of valour, and of victory, Must needs have beauty beat on his conceits: I thus conceiving, and subduing both, That which hath stoop'd the chiefest of the gods, Even from the fiery-spangled veil of heaven, To feel the lovely warmth of shepherds...
Page 28 - 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...
Page 33 - O, no end is limited to damned souls ! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis ! were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast!
Page 156 - When two are stript long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censur'd by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight? He kneel'd; but unto her devoutly pray'd: Chaste Hero to herself thus softly said, " Were I the saint he worships, I would hear him; w And, as she spake those words,...