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... simp'ring all mine age ; Thou often didst with academic praise Melt and dissolve my rage : I took the sweetened pill , till I came where I could not go away , nor persevere . Yet lest perchance I should too happy be In my 26 THE LIFE OF.
... simp'ring all mine age ; Thou often didst with academic praise Melt and dissolve my rage : I took the sweetened pill , till I came where I could not go away , nor persevere . Yet lest perchance I should too happy be In my 26 THE LIFE OF.
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And the Country Parson George Herbert. Yet lest perchance I should too happy be In my unhappiness , Turning my purge to food , thou throwest me Into more sicknesses . Thus doth thy power cross - bias me , not making Thine own gifts good ...
And the Country Parson George Herbert. Yet lest perchance I should too happy be In my unhappiness , Turning my purge to food , thou throwest me Into more sicknesses . Thus doth thy power cross - bias me , not making Thine own gifts good ...
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... lest , while I think I am modest , I wrong both myself and also the confidence my friends have in me : wherefore I will open my case unto you , which I think deserves the reading at the least ; and it is this : -I want books extremely ...
... lest , while I think I am modest , I wrong both myself and also the confidence my friends have in me : wherefore I will open my case unto you , which I think deserves the reading at the least ; and it is this : -I want books extremely ...
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... Lest gaining gain on thee , and make thee dim To all things else . Wealth is the conjuror's devil ; Whom when he thinks he hath , the devil hath him . Gold thou mayst safely touch ; but , if it stick Unto thy hands , it woundeth to the ...
... Lest gaining gain on thee , and make thee dim To all things else . Wealth is the conjuror's devil ; Whom when he thinks he hath , the devil hath him . Gold thou mayst safely touch ; but , if it stick Unto thy hands , it woundeth to the ...
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... lest in the jest Thy person share , and the conceit advance . Make not thy sport abuses : for the fly That feeds on dung , is colored thereby . Pick out of mirth , like stones out of thy ground , Profaneness , filthiness , abusiveness ...
... lest in the jest Thy person share , and the conceit advance . Make not thy sport abuses : for the fly That feeds on dung , is colored thereby . Pick out of mirth , like stones out of thy ground , Profaneness , filthiness , abusiveness ...
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Page 160 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 240 - Let us (said He) pour on him all we can. Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way, Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone of all His treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Page 114 - LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us round ! Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers — Pulpits and Sundays ; sorrow dogging sin ; Afflictions sorted ; anguish of all sizes...
Page 73 - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Page 185 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill: But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Page 167 - MADE a posie, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Page 88 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul ; mark the decay And growth of it. If, with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both. Since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Page 125 - WHO says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse ? Is there in truth no beauty ? Is all good structure in a winding stair...
Page 233 - I no bays to crown it? No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted? All wasted ? Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures; leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not; forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands Which...
Page 156 - THE WORLD. L-,OVE built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs did support the frame, Whereas they were supported by the same ; But Wisdom quickly swept them all away. Then Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion, Began to make balconies, terraces...