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Sida 37 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Sida 4 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Sida 17 - What should we speak of, When we are old as you ? when we shall hear . The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Sida 37 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads aIid girls all must , As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Sida 37 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Sida 24 - The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Sida 19 - These boys know little they are sons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine : and, though train'd up thus meanly I" the cave, wherein they bow," their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces ; and nature prompts them, In simple and low things, to prince it much Beyond the trick of others.
Sida 11 - A sample to the youngest, to the more mature, A glass that feated" them ; and to the graver, A child that guided dotards : for his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd.