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Page 168 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Page 97 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Page 227 - By God's son I am no queen, that man is above me; — who gave him command to come here so soon ? I did send him on other business.
Page 98 - And loves to lie i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
Page 150 - From all society, from love and hate Of worldly folk; then should he sleep secure, Then wake again, and yield God ever praise, Content with hips and haws and bramble-berry; In contemplation passing out his days, And change of holy thoughts to make him merry. Who when he dies, his tomb may be a bush, Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush." " Your majesty's exiled servant,
Page 78 - I find myself justified from offending in any of them. As for the two last objections, that I forsake my country when it hath most need of me, and fail in that...
Page 126 - Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in; Keep your ranks close, and now your honours win. Behold from yonder hill the foe appears; Bows, bills, glaves, arrows, shields, and spears! Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring; Oh, view the wings of horse the meadows scouring. The van-guard marches bravely. Hark, the drums! Dub, dub. They meet, they meet, and now the battle comes: See how the arrows fly, That darken, all the sky!
Page 243 - But now, the length of troubles and the continuance, or rather the increase, of your majesty's indignation, hath made all men so afraid of me, as mine own state is not only ruined, but my kind friends and faithful servants are like to die in prison because I cannot help myself with mine own. Now I do not only feel the...