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... dead winter now worne away , reliveth . This opinion maintaine the olde astrologers and philosophers , namely , the reverend Andalo , and Macrobius in his holy dayes of Saturne ; which ac- count also was generally observed both of ...
... dead winter now worne away , reliveth . This opinion maintaine the olde astrologers and philosophers , namely , the reverend Andalo , and Macrobius in his holy dayes of Saturne ; which ac- count also was generally observed both of ...
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... dead , Who taught mee homely , as I can , to make : Hee , whilst hee lived , was the soveraigne head Of shepheards all that bene with love ytake : Well couth hee waile his woes , and lightly slake The flames which love within his heart ...
... dead , Who taught mee homely , as I can , to make : Hee , whilst hee lived , was the soveraigne head Of shepheards all that bene with love ytake : Well couth hee waile his woes , and lightly slake The flames which love within his heart ...
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... dead ! DIG . Ah ! for love of that is to thee most leefe , Hobbinoll , I pray thee gall not my olde greefe ; Sike question rippeth up cause of new woe , For one , opened , mote unfold many moe . Hoв , Nay , but sorrow close shrouded in ...
... dead ! DIG . Ah ! for love of that is to thee most leefe , Hobbinoll , I pray thee gall not my olde greefe ; Sike question rippeth up cause of new woe , For one , opened , mote unfold many moe . Hoв , Nay , but sorrow close shrouded in ...
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... dead , Dead , and lyeth wrapt in lead . O heavie herse ! Let streaming teares be powred out in store ; O carefull verse ! " Shepheards , that by your flocks of Kentish downes abyde , Waile ye this woefull waste of Natures warke ; Waile ...
... dead , Dead , and lyeth wrapt in lead . O heavie herse ! Let streaming teares be powred out in store ; O carefull verse ! " Shepheards , that by your flocks of Kentish downes abyde , Waile ye this woefull waste of Natures warke ; Waile ...
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... dead , but into Heaven hent . O happie herse ! Cease now , my Muse , now cease thy sorrowes sourse , O joyful verse ! " Why waile we then ? why wearie we the gods with plaintes , As if some evill were to her betight ? She raignes a ...
... dead , but into Heaven hent . O happie herse ! Cease now , my Muse , now cease thy sorrowes sourse , O joyful verse ! " Why waile we then ? why wearie we the gods with plaintes , As if some evill were to her betight ? She raignes a ...
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Page 414 - Now welcome, Night! thou night so long expected, That long daies labour doest at last defray, And all my cares, which cruell Love collected, Hast sumd in one, and cancelled for aye. Spread thy broad wing over my Love and me, That no man may us see; And in thy sable mantle us enwrap, From feare of perrill and foule horror free.
Page 333 - November; he full grosse and fat As fed with lard, and that right well might seeme; For he had been a fatting hogs of late, That yet his browes with sweat did reek and steem, And yet the season was full sharp and breem : In planting eeke he took no small delight.
Page 414 - How slowly does sad Time his feathers move ? Hast thee, O fayrest Planet, to thy home, Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyred steedes long since have need of rest. Long...
Page 413 - That even to the heavens theyr shouting shrill Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill; To which the people standing all about, As in approvance, doe thereto applaud, And loud advaunce her laud; And evermore they Hymen, Hymen sing, That al the woods them answer, and theyr eccho ring.
Page 234 - So all the world by thee at first was made, And dayly yet thou doest the same repayre ; Ne ought on earth that merry is and glad, Ne ought on earth that lovely is and fayre, But thou the same for pleasure didst prepayre : Thou art the root of all that joyous is : Great God of men and women, queene of th...
Page 413 - Almighties view ; Of her ye virgins learne obedience, When so ye come into those holy places, To humble your proud faces : Bring her up to th' high altar, that she may The sacred ceremonies there partake, The which do endlesse matrimony make ; And let the roring Organs loudly play The praises of the Lord in lively notes ; The whiles, with hollow throates, The Choristers the joyous Antheme sing, That al the woods may answere, and their eccho ring.
Page 413 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glaunce awry, Which may let in a little thought unsownd.
Page 83 - She was araied all in lilly white, And in her right hand bore a cup of gold, With wine and water fild up to the hight, In which a serpent did himselfe enfold, That horrour made to all that did behold ; But she no...
Page 419 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer bodie doth procure To habit in, and it more fairely dight With chearefull grace and amiable sight; For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
Page 43 - So in the person of Prince Arthure I sette forth Magnificence in particular ; which vertue for that (according to Aristotle and the rest) it is the perfection of all the rest, and conteineth in it them all...