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... thee beseems To labour now no more . But thou , I think , Don Plato's part will play With book in hand , To have thy dying day . " : - To these four , of whom some substantive notice has been given , many shadowy names might be added if ...
... thee beseems To labour now no more . But thou , I think , Don Plato's part will play With book in hand , To have thy dying day . " : - To these four , of whom some substantive notice has been given , many shadowy names might be added if ...
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... Thee one vtterlie ignorant , the oother meanlye letterd . Thee ignorant wyl imagin , that thee passage was nothing craggye , in as much as M. Phaere hath broken thee ice before me : Thee meaner clarcks wyl suppose my trauail in theese ...
... Thee one vtterlie ignorant , the oother meanlye letterd . Thee ignorant wyl imagin , that thee passage was nothing craggye , in as much as M. Phaere hath broken thee ice before me : Thee meaner clarcks wyl suppose my trauail in theese ...
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... thee plural number , and Venus with Cupide thee blynd Boy , al had beene in thee nick , thee rythme had been of a right stamp . For a few such stiches boch vp oure newe fashion makers . Prouyded not wythstanding alwayes that Artaxerxes ...
... thee plural number , and Venus with Cupide thee blynd Boy , al had beene in thee nick , thee rythme had been of a right stamp . For a few such stiches boch vp oure newe fashion makers . Prouyded not wythstanding alwayes that Artaxerxes ...
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... thee unconstant , whom I have ever found immovable ? Injurious time , corrupt manners , unkind men , who finding a constancy not to be matched in my sweet mistress , have christened her with the name of wavering , waxing , and waning ...
... thee unconstant , whom I have ever found immovable ? Injurious time , corrupt manners , unkind men , who finding a constancy not to be matched in my sweet mistress , have christened her with the name of wavering , waxing , and waning ...
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... thee . But thou , to abate the pride of our affections , dost detract from thy perfections ; thinking it sufficient if once in a month we enjoy a glimpse of thy majesty ; and then , to increase our griefs , thou dost decrease thy gleams ...
... thee . But thou , to abate the pride of our affections , dost detract from thy perfections ; thinking it sufficient if once in a month we enjoy a glimpse of thy majesty ; and then , to increase our griefs , thou dost decrease thy gleams ...
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Page 115 - 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. Now at the last gasp of 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...
Page 115 - 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...
Page 110 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Page 126 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Page 102 - I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe, Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain; Oft turning others...
Page 363 - Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny...
Page 361 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day...
Page 332 - ... inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the libration and frequent weighing of his wings, till the little creature was forced to sit down and pant, and stay till the storm was over ; and then it made a prosperous flight, and did rise and sing, as if it had learned music and motion from an angel, as he passed sometimes through the air, about his ministries here below. So is the prayer of a good man...
Page 364 - And teach her fair steps tread our Earth ; Till that divine Idea, take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Page 275 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.