The Noble Traytour: A Chronicle, Volume 2

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Page 85 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 302 - They that go down to the fea in (hips j and occupy their bufmefs in great waters ; Thefe men fee the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Page 283 - LONG the proud Spaniards had vaunted to conquer us, Threatning our country with fyer and sword ; Often preparing their navy most sumptuous With as great plenty as Spain could afford. Dub a dub, dub a dub, thus strike their drums : Tantara, tantara, the Englishman comes. To the...
Page 56 - Mary, pretending a title to the crown, hath herself compassed and imagined within this realm divers matters tending to the hurt, death, and destruction of the royal person of our sovereign lady the queen, contrary to the form of the statute in the commission aforesaid specified...
Page 180 - Whofe tumbe faire love, and fairer vertue kept, All fuddeinly I faw the Faery Queene : At whofe approch the foule of Petrarke wept, And from thenceforth thofe graces were not feene ; For they this Queene attended : in whofe fteed Oblivion laid him downe on Lauras herfe.
Page 44 - Woods, hills, and rivers, now are desolate, Sith he is gone the which them all did grace; And all the fields do waile their widow state, Sith death their fairest flowre did late deface: The fairest flowre in field that ever grew Was Astrophel; that was, we all may rew.
Page 232 - I could lend you ftrength, and borrow *' pain of you to free you from this ill companion, which keeps you from all your " friends, but thofe, that are able to go to you.
Page 183 - vous voulez combattre vous meme a cheval ou a " pied, je maintieudrai que la querelle du Roi est plus " juste que celle de la Ligue, et que ma Maitresse est
Page 179 - The shepherd of the ocean, quoth he, Unto that goddess, grace me first enhanced, And to mine oaten pipe inclined her ear, That she thenceforth therein 'gan take delight, And it desired at timely hours to hear. All were my notes but rude and roughly dight; For not by measure of her own great mind And wondrous worth, she met my simple song, But joy'd that country shepherd aught could find, Worth hearkening to amongst that learned throng.
Page 120 - By God's death, it were fitting some one should take him down, and teach him better manners, or there were no rule with him".

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