The British Bibliographer, Volume 1R. Triphook, 1810 - English literature |
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... loue , ye of baudry Than to so good a mater tourne their style ; Fonde pleasure and pride do them so begyle , That slouthe wandreth about in euery way , And good busynesse is fallyng in decay . Yet neuerthelesse , good labour to call ...
... loue , ye of baudry Than to so good a mater tourne their style ; Fonde pleasure and pride do them so begyle , That slouthe wandreth about in euery way , And good busynesse is fallyng in decay . Yet neuerthelesse , good labour to call ...
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... loue out goes , Ruddy alone and single bloomes the rose . Her bosome faire musters his † naked snow , Whence fire of loue is nourisht and reuiues , Her pappes bitter vnripe , in part doe show , And part th ' enuious weed from sight ...
... loue out goes , Ruddy alone and single bloomes the rose . Her bosome faire musters his † naked snow , Whence fire of loue is nourisht and reuiues , Her pappes bitter vnripe , in part doe show , And part th ' enuious weed from sight ...
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... loue vnto him lent . Lady , if you at least so base a name Beseeme , who nothing earthly represent , Nor euer skyes on daughter of Adame , Of their faire light so large a treasure spent , What ist you seeke ? whence is it that you came ...
... loue vnto him lent . Lady , if you at least so base a name Beseeme , who nothing earthly represent , Nor euer skyes on daughter of Adame , Of their faire light so large a treasure spent , What ist you seeke ? whence is it that you came ...
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... loue unkinde debate . And while we carroll of our discontent , With strained notes , like scritch owles yrkesome crie , The roaring riuer vnto our lament Shall lend her lowd confused harmonie . TRIPE - WIFE . Ah were we seated in a ...
... loue unkinde debate . And while we carroll of our discontent , With strained notes , like scritch owles yrkesome crie , The roaring riuer vnto our lament Shall lend her lowd confused harmonie . TRIPE - WIFE . Ah were we seated in a ...
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... loue is none of the seauen ; and be it true that Honos alit artes , yet small honor is it to be honored for such artes , nor shal he carry the price that seasoneth his profit with such a sweete ; It is the complaint of our age , that ...
... loue is none of the seauen ; and be it true that Honos alit artes , yet small honor is it to be honored for such artes , nor shal he carry the price that seasoneth his profit with such a sweete ; It is the complaint of our age , that ...
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Alexandro ancient appear Archers Barley-breake called church copy court daughter dayes death deuised doth Duke Earl Earle of Warwick edition England English euery eyes faire fame father favour Gentlemen George Gascoigne George Wither giue Glastonbury Graal grace Guenever hand hath haue Hearne heart Henry honour Imprinted at London Iohn John King Arthur knaues knights kyng labour Lady late learned liue Lord loue Maiestie Master Mordred Muse neuer noble Orson ouer Palmerin Parliament pieces poem poet poetry praise Prince printed Privie Chamber Queen reader Richard romance sayd says shew Sidanen Sir Ector Sir Philip Sir Richard Wynn song sonne soul specimen sweet thee thing Thomas Thomas Morley thou tion translation Trype unto verse vertue vnder vnto volume vpon wherein worthy write written Wyat wyll
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Page 90 - 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 89 - 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 91 - 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 34 - 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 185 - 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 90 - 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 88 - ... 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 176 - 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 89 - 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 91 - 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.