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Side 22
... weep , till lungs Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder ; that , If heaven slumber , while their creatures want , They may awake their helps to comfort them . I'll then discourse our woes , felt several years , And wanting breath ...
... weep , till lungs Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder ; that , If heaven slumber , while their creatures want , They may awake their helps to comfort them . I'll then discourse our woes , felt several years , And wanting breath ...
Side 23
... weeping ; Here many sink , yet those which see them fall , Have scarce strength left to give them burial . Is not this true ? Dio . Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it . Cle . O , let those cities , that of Plenty's cup And her ...
... weeping ; Here many sink , yet those which see them fall , Have scarce strength left to give them burial . Is not this true ? Dio . Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it . Cle . O , let those cities , that of Plenty's cup And her ...
Side 48
... weep to hear your fate , fair creature , Rare as you seem to be ! Thai . O dear Diana , [ She moves . Where am I ? Where's my lord ? What world is this ? 2 Gent . Is not this strange ? 1 Gent . Most rare . Cer . Hush , gentle neighbours ...
... weep to hear your fate , fair creature , Rare as you seem to be ! Thai . O dear Diana , [ She moves . Where am I ? Where's my lord ? What world is this ? 2 Gent . Is not this strange ? 1 Gent . Most rare . Cer . Hush , gentle neighbours ...
Side 53
... Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death . Thou art resolv'd ? Leon . I am resolv'd . Enter MARINA , with a Basket of Flowers . Mar. No , no , I will rob Tellus of her weed , To strew thy green with flowers : the yellows , blues ...
... Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death . Thou art resolv'd ? Leon . I am resolv'd . Enter MARINA , with a Basket of Flowers . Mar. No , no , I will rob Tellus of her weed , To strew thy green with flowers : the yellows , blues ...
Side 59
... weep that you live as you do , makes pity in your lovers : Seldom , but that pity begets you a good opinion , and that opinion a mere profit . Mar. I understand you not . Boult . O , take her home , mistress , take her home : these ...
... weep that you live as you do , makes pity in your lovers : Seldom , but that pity begets you a good opinion , and that opinion a mere profit . Mar. I understand you not . Boult . O , take her home , mistress , take her home : these ...
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Side 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Side 130 - I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Side 131 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Side 99 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Side 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Side 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Side 99 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Side 112 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Side 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Side 138 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.