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Seite 166 - Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world) with vilest worms to dwell Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ
Seite 161 - eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, AVith what I most enjoy contented least;
Seite 42 - myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it
Seite 161 - And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger. WHEN in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's
Seite 208 - no more the heat o' th' Sun, Nor the furious Winter's rages i Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Golden lads and girls all must, As
Seite 170 - Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah! do not, when my heart hath scap'd this sorrow. Come in the rearward of a conquer' d woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a
Seite 112 - for love : With foul offenders thou perforce must bear, When they in thee the like offences prove : If but for fear of this, thy will remove ; For princes are the glass, the school, the book, Where subjects' eyes do learn, do read, do look. " And wilt thou be the school where lust shall
Seite 275 - you felt the wooll of bever? Or swan's downe ever ? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier > Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she!
Seite 166 - for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I perhaps
Seite 161 - And each, though enemies to cither's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still further off from thee. 1 tell the day, to please him, thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the