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Page xxi - Bosworth-field : with a Taste of the Variety of other Poems, left by Sir John Beaumont, Baronet, deceased : Set forth by his Sonne, Sir John Beavmont, Baronet; and dedicated to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie.
Page 132 - I must believe ye ; yet I hope anon, When you are parted from me, you will say I was a good cold easy-spirited man, Nay, laugh at my simplicity : say, will ye ? Bian. No ; by the faith I owe my bridal vows : But ever hold thee much much dearer far Than all my joys on earth ; by this chaste kiss. Fer. You have prevailed : and heaven forbid that I Should by a wanton appetite profane This sacred temple. 'Tis enough for me, You'll please to call me servant.
Page 6 - Fail'd in, for grief down dropt she on his lute And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness, To see the conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears. He looks upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd, and cried, " Alas ! poor creature, I will soon revenge This cruelty upon the author of it.
Page 5 - To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise. To Thessaly I came : and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary walks.
Page 95 - Unto this altar, rich with thy own spice, I bring one grain to thy LOVE'S SACRIFICE ; And boast to see thy flames ascending, while Perfumes enrich our air from thy sweet pile. Look here, thou that hast malice to the stage, And impudence enough for the whole age ; " Voluminously "-ignorant, be vext To read this tragedy, and thy own be next.
Page 119 - D'Avolos watches him closely with the avowed purpose of determining what ails him: Now is the time; alone; reading a letter; good; how now? striking his brest? what, in the name of policy, should this meane? tearing his haire? passion, by all the hopes of my life, plaine passion: now I perceiue it; if this bee not a fit of some violent affection, I am an asse in vnderstanding; why 'tis plaine, plainer and plainer: Loue in the extreamest.165 D'Avolos proves to be no ass in understanding.
Page 5 - This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute With strains of strange variety and harmony Proclaiming (as it seem'd) so bold a challenge To the clear...