Prolusions; Or, Select Pieces of Antient Poetry,--compil'd with Great Care from Their Several Originals: And Offer'd to the Publick as Specimens of the Integrity that Should be Found in the Editions of Worthy Authors, in Three Parts ... with a Preface ...
J. and R. Tonson in the Strand, 1760 - English poetry - 272 pages
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Page xvii - For late a man do what he can, Theyr favour to attayne, Yet, yf a newe do them persue, Theyr first true lover than Laboureth for nought ; for from her thought He is a banyshed man.
Page 24 - Doubtless this could not be, but that she turns Bodies to spirit by sublimation strange, As fire converts to fire the things it burns, As we our food into our nature change. From their gross matter she abstracts their forms, And draws a kind of quintessence from things; Which to her proper nature she transforms, To bear them light on her celestial wings.
Page 3 - Which yield men's wits both help and ornament, What can we know? or what can we discern? When Error chokes the windows of the mind, The divers forms of things how can we learn That have been ever from our birthday blind?
Page 28 - Hath power to take thine honour ; then consent To pawn thine honour, rather than thy life : Honour is often lost, and got again ; But life, once gone, hath no recovery. The sun, that withers hay, doth nourish grass ; The king, that would distain thee, will advance thee. The poets write, that great Achilles...
Page 74 - If we do fear, with fear we do but aid The thing we fear to seize on us the sooner : If we fear not, then no resolved proffer Can overthrow the limit of our fate : For, whether ripe or rotten, drop we shall, As we do draw the lottery of our doom.
Page 24 - gainst the King of Heaven, To stamp his image in forbidden metal, Forgetting your allegiance and your oath ? In violating marriage' sacred law, You break a greater honour than yourself.
Page 25 - Whether is her beauty by her words divine, Or are her words sweet chaplains to her beauty ? Like as the wind doth beautify a sail, And as a sail becomes the unseen wind, So do her words her beauty, beauty words.
Page lii - With reckless hand in grave doth cover it, Thereafter never to enjoy again The gladsome light, but in the ground ylain, In depth of darkness waste and wear to nought, As he had never into the world been brought.
Page 80 - Honour and Pleasure both are in thy mind, And all that in the world is counted good. Think of her worth, and think that God did mean This worthy Mind should worthy things embrace: Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts unclean, Nor her dishonour with thy passions base.