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Page 273 - You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 219 - AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, Not thy conversion, but those rich domains That the first wealthy pope received of thee.
Page xlvii - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage, As on king's errand come ; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home...
Page 255 - Nobis hczc invicta miserunt, 106 proavi. I enquired what the English of it was ? it was told me as followeth, which I thought worthy to be recorded. 106, forefathers have left this to us unconquered.
Page 42 - Imprudentlie, lyk wytles fuilis, Thay tuke that young Prince frome the scuilis, Quhare he, under obedience, Was lernand vertew and science, And haistelie platt in his hand The governance of all Scotland...
Page 244 - His watchmen are blind: they are all ignorant, they are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber. Yea, they are greedy dogs which can never have enough, and they are shepherds that cannot understand : they all look to their own way, every one for his gain, from his quarter.
Page 41 - Quhow, as ane chapman beris his pak, I bure thy Grace upon my bak, And sumtymes, strydlingis on my nek, Dansand with mony bend and bek. The first sillabis that thow did mute Was PA, DA LYN, upon the lute Than playit I twenty spryngis, perqueir, Quhilk wes gret piete for to heir.
Page 56 - Quintyn, Merser, Rowle, Henderson, Hay, and Holland, Thocht thay be deid, thair libellis bene levand, Quhilkis to reheirs makeith redaris to rejose. Allace ! for one, quhilk lampe wes of this land, Of Eloquence the flowand balmy strand, And in our Inglis rethorick, the rose, As of rubeis the charbunckle bene chose ! And, as Phebus dois Cynthia precell, So Gawane Dowglas, Byschope of Dunkell, Had, quhen he wes in to this land on lyve, Abufe vulgare Poeitis prerogatyve, Boith in pratick and speculatioun.
Page 2 - To thame that fixis all thair hole intent, Consideryng quho most had suld most repent. So, with my hude my hede I happit warme, And in my cloke I fauldit boith my feit; I thocht my corps with cauld suld tak no harme, My mittanis held my handis weill in heit; The skowland2 craig me coverit frome the sleit.