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Page 56 - MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The equal friend, no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life; The household of continuance.
Page 19 - So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy With a king's son my childish years did pass In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy; Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour: The large green courts where we were wont to hove With eyes cast up into the maidens...
Page 15 - Alas ! so all things now do hold their peace ! Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing ; The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease ; The nightes car the stars about doth bring. Calm is the sea ; the waves work less and less : So am not I, whom love, alas ! doth wring, Bringing before my face the great increase Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing, In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease.
Page 20 - Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth, Our tender limbs that yet shot up in length; The secret groves which oft we made resound Of pleasant plaint and of our ladies...
Page 3 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page 31 - Than doth the sun the candle light, Or brightest day the darkest night. And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair ; For what she saith, ye may it trust, As it by writing sealed were : And virtues hath she many mo' Than I with pen have skill to show.
Page 16 - Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice, • In temperate heat where he is felt and seen; In presence prest of people, mad or wise; Set me in high or yet in low degree, In longest night or in the shortest day, In clearest sky or where clouds thickest be, In lusty youth or when my hairs are gray. Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell; In hill, or dale, or in the foaming flood; *° Thrall or at large, alive whereso I dwell, Sick or in health, in...
Page lxix - Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage, Surrey, the Granville of a former age : Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance...
Page 13 - Tuscane came my lady's worthy race, Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat. The western isle, whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat. Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast ; Her sire an Earl, her dame of Princes' blood, From tender years in Britain doth she rest, With King's child ; where she tasteth costly food.