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... thou speed in these tempestuous times ! Thou soon beginst to make the world thy foe : Yet I so well do like thy honest rhymes , That I could wish all poets would write so . For thou the way of truth so rightly tend'st , I hold them ...
... thou speed in these tempestuous times ! Thou soon beginst to make the world thy foe : Yet I so well do like thy honest rhymes , That I could wish all poets would write so . For thou the way of truth so rightly tend'st , I hold them ...
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... thou lytell queare with due reuerence , And with an humble hert , recomende me To all those , that of their beniuolence Thys lytell treatyse dothe rede , here or se , Wherwith I pray them , contented to be , And to amende it , in places ...
... thou lytell queare with due reuerence , And with an humble hert , recomende me To all those , that of their beniuolence Thys lytell treatyse dothe rede , here or se , Wherwith I pray them , contented to be , And to amende it , in places ...
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... thou shouldest her betray , And least into the gredy dogges , she should become a pray . But myghty Joue Jyd put his hande , betyme to quench the flame , And sent the people which wer mad home to their houses tame . Wel golden Andwerpe ...
... thou shouldest her betray , And least into the gredy dogges , she should become a pray . But myghty Joue Jyd put his hande , betyme to quench the flame , And sent the people which wer mad home to their houses tame . Wel golden Andwerpe ...
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... thou o . thin by words his canst hat pastors strange , Permitted are to rule our costes , and re as lordes to Launge : In worde of price we promise thee , w why not resyst , Let Cory on cst on his curres , and by te where as re lys ...
... thou o . thin by words his canst hat pastors strange , Permitted are to rule our costes , and re as lordes to Launge : In worde of price we promise thee , w why not resyst , Let Cory on cst on his curres , and by te where as re lys ...
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... thou cursse my trade ? be this thy paine ! Run bootles madding , raving vp and downe : All helplesly gainst iygging rymes complaine , Let euerie ballad - singer beare thee downe . TRICKES . Saist thou me so , thou Tripe , thou hated ...
... thou cursse my trade ? be this thy paine ! Run bootles madding , raving vp and downe : All helplesly gainst iygging rymes complaine , Let euerie ballad - singer beare thee downe . TRICKES . Saist thou me so , thou Tripe , thou hated ...
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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.