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Page 90 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The...
Page 389 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight With cheerful grace and amiable sight; For of the soul the body form doth take; For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 504 - ... anatomies of death, they spake like ghosts crying out of their graves ; they did eat the dead carrions, happy where they could find them, yea, and one another soon after, insomuch as the very carcasses they spared not to scrape out of their graves ; and, if they found a plot of water-cresses or shamrocks, there they flocked as to a feast for the time, yet not able long to continue therewithal ; that in short space there were none almost left, and a most populous and plentiful country suddenly...
Page 427 - ONE day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away : Agayne I wrote it with a second hand ; But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray.
Page 6 - Ne ever would to any by-way bend, But still did follow one unto the end, The which at last out of the wood them brought. So forward on his way (with God to frend) He passed forth, and new adventure sought; Long way he travelled, before he heard of ought.
Page 412 - Of fowles so lovely, that they sure did deeme Them heavenly borne, or to be that same payre Which through the skie draw Venus...
Page 346 - I well consider all that ye have sayd, And find that all things stedfastnes doe hate And changed be: yet being rightly wayd, They are not changed from their first estate; But by their change their being doe dilate: And turning to themselves at length againe, Doe worke their owne perfection so by fate: Then over them Change doth not rule and raigne; But they raigne over Change, and doe their states maintaine.