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Page 530 - For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Page 559 - Hos ego versiculos feci, tulit alter honores : Sic vos non vobis nidificatis aves ; Sic vos non vobis vellera fertis oves ; Sic vos non vobis mellificatis apes ; Sic vos non vobis fertis aratra boves.
Page 565 - Her starven corpse, that rather seem'da shade, Than any substance of a creature made. Great was her force, whom stone wall could not stay, Her tearing nails snatching at all she saw ; With gaping jaws, that by no means ymay Be satisfied from hunger of her maw, But eats herself as she that hath no law : Gnawing, alas, her carcass all in vain, Where you may count each sinew, bone, and vein.
Page 535 - To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, nobody should be sad but I : Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness.
Page 555 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 3 - Euphues and his England* began first that language ; all our ladies were then his scholars ; and that beauty in court which could not parley...
Page 54 - Sam. Will thy master never awake? Dar. No, I think he sleeps for a wager: but how shall we spend the time ? Sir Tophas is so far in love that he pineth in his bed, and cometh not abroad ? Sam. But here cometh Epi, in a pelting chafe.
Page 481 - But could youth last, and love still breede, Had joyes no date, nor age no neede, Then these delights my minde might move, To live with thee, and be thy love.