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Page 40 - tis the spring of all We here entitle fame to ; emperors, And all degrees of honours, owing all Their names to this employment : in her vast And circular embraces holding kings, And making them ; and yet so kind, as not To exclude such private things as I, who may Learn and commence in her great arts. — My life Hath been too useless to myself and country ; 'Tis time I should employ it to deserve A name within their registry, that bring The wealth, the harvest home of well-bought honour. Bell. Yet...
Page 205 - FLY, my soul! what hangs upon ^-* Thy drooping wings, And weighs them down With love of gaudy mortal things ? The Sun is now i' the east; each shade, As he doth rise, Is shorter made That earth may lessen to our eyes. Oh, be not careless then and play Until the star of peace Hide all his beams in dark recess. Poor pilgrims needs must lose their way When all the shadows do increase.
Page 287 - Your grace's pardon ; To speak with freedom, I am not so old In cunning to betray, nor young in time, Not to see when and where I am at loss, And how to bear my fortune, and my wounds, Which, if I look for health, must still bleed' inward, A hard and desperate condition.
Page 189 - ... virgins, that did late despair To keep your wealth from cruel men, Tie up in silk your careless hair : Soft peace is come again. Now lovers' eyes may gently shoot A flame that will not kill ; The drum was angry, but the lute Shall whisper what you will. Sing lo, lo ! for his sake...
Page 190 - Our virgins, Leaving the natural tremblings that attend On timorous maids, struck pale at sight of blood, Shall take delight to tell what wounds you gave, Making the horror sweet to hear them sing it ; Their hands, at the same time, composing garlands Of roses, myrtle, and the conquering bay, To adorn our temples, and the priests...
Page 421 - Farn. Do not you know me, sir '.' Fra. Yes, I know you too well ; but it stands not with my honour. What composition? Farn. Who am I ? — Gentlemen, how dare you suffer This thing to talk, if I be your Farnese? Fra. I say I am the prince. Farn. Prince of what ? Fra. Of rogues, an please your excellence.
Page 373 - His reign expires, and Christmas in the grave, Cold as the turkies coffin'd up in crust, '. That walk like ghosts, and glide to several tables : When instruments are hoarse with sitting up, When the gay triumph ceases, and the treasure Divided, all the offices laid up. And the new clothes in lavender/ what then ? Giov. Why, then, the man that kiss'd his highness...
Page 310 - To punish such black crimes i' the other world, Let me have swift, and such exemplar justice, As shall become this great assassinate ; You will take off our faith else : and, if here Such innocence must bleed, and you look on, Poor men, that call you gods on earth, will doubt To obey your laws, nay, practise to be devils, As fearing, if such monstrous sins go on, The saints will not be safe in heaven.
Page 205 - O, FLY my soul ! What hangs upon Thy drooping wings, And weighs them down With love of gaudy mortal things ? The sun is now i' the east ; each shade As he doth rise Is shorter made, That earth may lessen to our eyes : Oh ! be not careless then, and play Until the star of peace Hide all his beams in dark recess. Poor pilgrims needs must lose their way, When all the shadows do increase.