The British Bibliographer, Volume 1

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Page 100 - STELLA, think not that I by verse seek fame, Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee; Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history : If thou praise not, all other praise is shame. Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree : In truth, I swear I wish not there should be Graved in my epitaph a Poet's name. Nor, if I would, could I just title make, That any laud thereof to me should grow, Without my plumes from others...
Page 99 - They deem, and of their doom the rumour flies, That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise; Yet Pride, I think, doth not my soul possess, Which looks too oft in his...
Page 101 - Joy's livery wear, While those fair planets on thy streams did shine ; The boat for joy could not to' dance forbear, While wanton winds, with beauty so divine Ravish'd, stay'd not, till in her golden hair They did themselves (O sweetest prison) twine. And...
Page 44 - The most ancient and famous History of the renowned Prince Arthur King of Britaine, Wherein is declared his Life and Death, with all his glorious Battailes against the Saxons, Saracens and Pagans, which (for the honour of his Country) he most worthily atchieued.
Page 197 - Britain's Remembrancer : containing a Narration of the Plague lately Past ; a Declaration of the Mischiefs Present, and a Prediction of Judgments to Come (if Repentance Prevent not). It is Dedicated (for the Glory of God) to Posteritie ; and to these Times (if they please), by Geo. Wither.
Page 100 - In martial sports I had my cunning tried, And yet to break more staves did me address, While with the people's shouts (I must confess) Youth, luck, and praise, even fill'd my veins with pride — When Cupid having me (his slave) descried In Mars's livery, prancing in the press, " What now, Sir Fool !" said he ; "I would no less: Look here, I say.
Page 98 - ... host, And wise thoughts do behold what the Creator is. Contemplation here holdeth his only seat, Bounded with no limits, borne with a wing of hope, Climbs even unto the stars ; Nature is under it. Nought disturbs thy quiet, all to thy service yields ; Each sight draws on a thought (thought, mother of science) Sweet birds kindly do grant harmony unto thee ; Fair trees' shade is enough fortification, Nor danger to thyself if be not in thyself.
Page 188 - Come, ye sons of human race, In this chorus take your place, And amid the mortal throng Be you masters of the song: Angels and supernal powers, Be the noblest tenor yours: Let, in praise of God, the sound Run a never-ending round, That our song of praise may be Everlasting as is He.
Page 99 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use. doth rise; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make.
Page 101 - But her sight his cares did banish. In his sight her yoke did vanish. Wept they had, alas the while. But now tears themselves did smile.

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