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Page 82
And my large kingdom for a little grave , A little little grave , an obscure grave .
Ibid . Gave His body to that pleasant country ' s earth , And his pure soul unto his
captain Christ , Under whose colours he had fought so long . Act iv . Sc . 1 .
And my large kingdom for a little grave , A little little grave , an obscure grave .
Ibid . Gave His body to that pleasant country ' s earth , And his pure soul unto his
captain Christ , Under whose colours he had fought so long . Act iv . Sc . 1 .
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BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Philaster , act 1 . sc . 3 . L ' injure se grave en
métal ; et le bienfait s ' escrit en l ' onde . ( An injury graves itself in metal , but a
benefit writes itself in water . ) JEAN BERTAUT . Circa 1611 . He was a scholar ,
and ...
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Philaster , act 1 . sc . 3 . L ' injure se grave en
métal ; et le bienfait s ' escrit en l ' onde . ( An injury graves itself in metal , but a
benefit writes itself in water . ) JEAN BERTAUT . Circa 1611 . He was a scholar ,
and ...
Page 108
Taking the measure of an unmade grave . Ibid . Night ' s candles are burnt out ,
and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain - tops . Sc . 5 . Straining
harsh discords and unpleasing sharps . Ibid . All these woes shall serve For
sweet ...
Taking the measure of an unmade grave . Ibid . Night ' s candles are burnt out ,
and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain - tops . Sc . 5 . Straining
harsh discords and unpleasing sharps . Ibid . All these woes shall serve For
sweet ...
Page 121
... what ' s done is done . We have scotch ' d the snake , not kill ' d it . Ibida Better
be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our peace , have sent to peace , Than on
the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave ; After life
...
... what ' s done is done . We have scotch ' d the snake , not kill ' d it . Ibida Better
be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our peace , have sent to peace , Than on
the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave ; After life
...
Page 149
Ibid . I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at . You are one of
those that will not serve God , if the devil bid you . The wealthy curled darlings of
our nation . Sc . 2 . Most potent , grave , and reverend signiors , My very noble
and ...
Ibid . I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at . You are one of
those that will not serve God , if the devil bid you . The wealthy curled darlings of
our nation . Sc . 2 . Most potent , grave , and reverend signiors , My very noble
and ...
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Page 324 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 64 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 385 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Page 157 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 233 - With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike : Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry...
Page 111 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Page 26 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Page 31 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Page 523 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!
Page 43 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.