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... Nature chose Man's soul the exchequer where to hoard her wealth , And lodge all her rich secrets ; but by the stealth Of her own vanity , we ' re left so poor , The creature merely sensual knows more . The learned halcyon , by her ...
... Nature chose Man's soul the exchequer where to hoard her wealth , And lodge all her rich secrets ; but by the stealth Of her own vanity , we ' re left so poor , The creature merely sensual knows more . The learned halcyon , by her ...
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... nature's courtesy doth rest . Let man then boast no more a soul , since he Hath lost that great prerogative . But thee , Whom fortune hath exempted from the herd Of vulgar men , whom virtue hath preferr'd Far higher than thy birth , I ...
... nature's courtesy doth rest . Let man then boast no more a soul , since he Hath lost that great prerogative . But thee , Whom fortune hath exempted from the herd Of vulgar men , whom virtue hath preferr'd Far higher than thy birth , I ...
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... Nature's housewifery , ) contemplate all His stratagems , who labours to enthrall The world to his great master , and you'll find Ambition mocks itself , and grasps the wind . Not conquest makes us great . Blood is too dear A price for ...
... Nature's housewifery , ) contemplate all His stratagems , who labours to enthrall The world to his great master , and you'll find Ambition mocks itself , and grasps the wind . Not conquest makes us great . Blood is too dear A price for ...
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... nature ! was the world ordain'd for nought But fill man's maw , and feed man's idle thought ? Thy grandsire's words savour'd of thrifty leeks , Or manly garlic ; but thy furnace reeks Hot steams of wine ; and can aloof descry The ...
... nature ! was the world ordain'd for nought But fill man's maw , and feed man's idle thought ? Thy grandsire's words savour'd of thrifty leeks , Or manly garlic ; but thy furnace reeks Hot steams of wine ; and can aloof descry The ...
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... nature sure conjoin , Lik'st a strawn scarecrow in the new - sown field , Rear'd on some stick , the tender corn to shield ; Or if that semblance suit not every deal , Like a broad shake - fork with a slender steel . VOL . II . B 17 of ...
... nature sure conjoin , Lik'st a strawn scarecrow in the new - sown field , Rear'd on some stick , the tender corn to shield ; Or if that semblance suit not every deal , Like a broad shake - fork with a slender steel . VOL . II . B 17 of ...
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Anacreon angels battle of Newbury beasts beauty Ben Jonson bless'd blood breath bright brought Castara Chertsey clouds Cowley crown dark dead death delight didst divine doth dust e'er earth eyes fair fame fancy fate fear feast fire flame flowers glory God's Goltho Gondibert grace grief grow hand hath head heart heaven hunt Ismenus Jonathan pierced JOSEPH BEAUMONT King light live look Lord Lord St Albans mighty mind mirth Muse ne'er never night o'er Pharaoh Pindar poems poet poor praise prince proud rich ROBERT HERRICK ROGET sacred savage justice shade shine sight sing sleep smile song soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou dost thought trees twas Twixt unto verse wanton weep weeping night Whilst WILLIAM DAVENANT wind wings wounds youth
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Sida 21 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Sida 263 - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Sida 178 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Sida 112 - Shall I wasting in Despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the Day, Or the Flowery Meads in May; If she be not so to me, What care I, how fair she be.
Sida 32 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Sida 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Sida 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Sida 32 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Sida 177 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Sida 113 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve...