The Complete Works of John Lyly, Volume 3

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Clarendon Press, 1902
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Page 526 - 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 557 - Nor a juggler with a well-educated ape to come over the chain for the King of England and back again for the Prince, and sit still on his arse for the Pope and the King of Spain!
Page 528 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Page 555 - 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 551 - 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...
Page 561 - 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 531 - 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 v - To the Reader. Reader, I haue (for the loue I beare to Posteritie) dig'd vp the Graue of a Rare and Excellent Poet, whom Queene Elizabeth then heard, Graced, and Rewarded. These Papers of his, lay like dead Lawrels in a Churchyard ; But I haue gathered the scattered branches vp, and by a Charme (gotten from Apollo) made them greene againe, and set them vp as Epitaphes to his Memory.
Page 519 - He understood the speech of birds As well as they themselves do words ; Could tell what subtlest parrots mean, That speak and think contrary clean ; What member 'tis of whom they talk When they cry ' Rope,' and
Page v - Euphues and his England* began first that language ; all our ladies were then his scholars ; and that beauty in court which could not parley...