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Page 120 - Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, he said, was the only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to rise.
Page 229 - That mounts the stile with ease, or leaps the fence, That play of lungs, inhaling and again Respiring freely the fresh air, that makes Swift pace or steep ascent no toil to me, Mine have not...
Page 48 - Song Sweetest love, I do not go For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me...
Page 183 - I have been in the deep; in journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.
Page 60 - Christ, at the Author's Last Going into Germany In what torn ship soever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark; What sea soever swallow me, that flood Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood; Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise Thy face; yet through that mask I know those eyes, Which, though they turn away sometimes, They never will despise. I sacrifice this Island unto thee, And all whom I...
Page 58 - To move, but doth if th' other do. And, though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th
Page 137 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Page 51 - What news?' I tell him of new plays. He takes my hand, and as a still, which stays A semi-breve 'twixt each drop, he niggardly, As loth to enrich me, so tells many a lie.