Archaica, containing a reprint of scarce old English prose tracts, with prefaces by sir E. Brydges, Volume 11815 |
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... beauty of ancient typography ! It is singular that the numerous pieces of ROBERT GREENE seem to have vanished not only from circulation , but from memory , as early as the time of Langbaine , whose work On the Dramatic Poets appeared in ...
... beauty of ancient typography ! It is singular that the numerous pieces of ROBERT GREENE seem to have vanished not only from circulation , but from memory , as early as the time of Langbaine , whose work On the Dramatic Poets appeared in ...
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... beauty , yet so beautiful , as few so fair , though none more virtuous . I thought the legend of an honourable and chaste lady would be grateful to your Honour , whose mind is wholly delighted in chaste thoughts , keeping herein a ...
... beauty , yet so beautiful , as few so fair , though none more virtuous . I thought the legend of an honourable and chaste lady would be grateful to your Honour , whose mind is wholly delighted in chaste thoughts , keeping herein a ...
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... beauty , though Italy afforded none so fair , nor for her dowry , though she were the only daughter of the Duke of Milan ; but for the admirable honours of her mind , which were so many , and matchless , that Virtue seemed to have ...
... beauty , though Italy afforded none so fair , nor for her dowry , though she were the only daughter of the Duke of Milan ; but for the admirable honours of her mind , which were so many , and matchless , that Virtue seemed to have ...
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... beauty made common to every bad companion's eye . The veil she used for her face , was the covert of her own house ; for she never would go abroad but in the company of her husband , and then with such bashfulness , that she seemed to ...
... beauty made common to every bad companion's eye . The veil she used for her face , was the covert of her own house ; for she never would go abroad but in the company of her husband , and then with such bashfulness , that she seemed to ...
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... Beauty is like the herb larix , cool 1 2 1 The spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shews all the beauty of the sun , And by and by a cloud takes all away . Two Gentlemen of Verona . Sweet Love ...
... Beauty is like the herb larix , cool 1 2 1 The spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shews all the beauty of the sun , And by and by a cloud takes all away . Two Gentlemen of Verona . Sweet Love ...
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amongst Arcadia beauty began blemish blood CARMELA Christ comfort conceit conscience court daughter dead death delight DEMOCLES desire desolate devil DORON doth Duke Duke of Milan Earl earth eclogues enemy eyes face fancy favour fear folly fortune Gabriel Harvey gather Genoese gentleman glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope humour husband Jerusalem king labour lady LAMEDON leave lest live look Lord lovers LUTESIO man's MELICERTUS MENAPHON mind misery mistress nature never NICHOLAS BRETON Palermo passion patience perfection PESANA PHILIPPO PHILOMELA PLEUSIDIPPUS poor praise Private Press quoth repent rest revenge ROBERT GREENE ROBERT SOUTHWELL SEPHESTIA shepherd shew sighs sith smile sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears thee Thessaly thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself truth unto Venice Venus virtue wanton wherein wife wonder words worthy
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Page 2 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.
Page 9 - There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country: and when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it.
Page 6 - When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old, there's grief enough for thee.
Page xvii - It is a common practice now-adays, amongst a sort of shifting companions that run through every art and thrive by none, to leave the trade of Noverint, whereto they were born, and busy themselves with the endeavours of art, that could scarcely Latinize their neck-verse if they should have need; yet English Seneca, read by candle-light, yields many good sentences, as blood is a beggar...
Page vii - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
Page 85 - BEFORE my face the picture hangs, That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs, That shortly I am like to find : But yet, alas, full little I Do think hereon that I must die.
Page 17 - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Page xvii - ... immortality, if they but once get Boreas by ' the beard, and the heavenly Bull by the dewlap. But ' herein I cannot so fully bequeath them to folly, as ' their idiot art-masters, that intrude themselves to our ' ears as the alchymists of eloquence, who (mounted ' on the stage of arrogance) think to outbrave better ' pens with the swelling bombast of bragging blank
Page 86 - I do use to wear, The knife wherewith I cut my meat, And eke that old and ancient chair, Which is my only usual seat; All these do tell me I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
Page 86 - Wherefore I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I. Though all the East did quake to hear Of Alexander's dreadful name, And all the West did likewise fear To hear of Julius Caesar's fame, Yet both by death in dust now lie; Who then can 'scape but he must die?