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... Unto his poor parishioners around Of his own substance and his dues to give : - Content on little , for himself , to live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or ...
... Unto his poor parishioners around Of his own substance and his dues to give : - Content on little , for himself , to live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or ...
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... unto thy good3 though it be small ; For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blents o'er all ; Savours no more than thee behoven shall ; Rede well thyself , that other folk can'st rede , And truth ...
... unto thy good3 though it be small ; For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blents o'er all ; Savours no more than thee behoven shall ; Rede well thyself , that other folk can'st rede , And truth ...
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... Unto this angel thus he said , And for his gift thus he prayed , To make him blind on his one ee , So that his fellow nothing see . This word was not so soon spoke , That his one ee anon was loke : And his fellow forthwith also Was ...
... Unto this angel thus he said , And for his gift thus he prayed , To make him blind on his one ee , So that his fellow nothing see . This word was not so soon spoke , That his one ee anon was loke : And his fellow forthwith also Was ...
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... unto your excellence ? If ye a goddess be , and that ye like To do me pain , I may it not astart : 6 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , " 4 Say . 7 Makes me sigh . 2 Went and came . 5 Minister . 3 Confounded for a little while ...
... unto your excellence ? If ye a goddess be , and that ye like To do me pain , I may it not astart : 6 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , " 4 Say . 7 Makes me sigh . 2 Went and came . 5 Minister . 3 Confounded for a little while ...
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... unto me most dear : Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue , Beturns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine with bondage and restraint , And with remembrance of the greater grief To ...
... unto me most dear : Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue , Beturns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine with bondage and restraint , And with remembrance of the greater grief To ...
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Side 493 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Side 310 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Side 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Side 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Side 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Side 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Side 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Side 310 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Side 478 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.