A Catalogue of the Royal and Noble Authors of England, Scotland, and Ireland: With Lists of Their Works, Band 2

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Seite 99 - I, that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph, sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel, sometimes playing like Orpheus ; behold the sorrow of this world ! once amiss hath bereaved me of all.
Seite 345 - ... who bequeathed love and peace to his disciples, I cannot call to mind where I have read or heard words more mild and peaceful. He there exhorts us to hear with patience and humility those, however they be...
Seite 208 - His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.
Seite 345 - His last testament, who bequeathed love and peace to His disciples, I cannot call to mind where I have read or heard words more mild and peaceful.
Seite 253 - He indulged to himself the pleasures of all kinds, almost in all excesses. To women, whether out of his natural constitution, or for want of his domestic content and delight (in which he was most unhappy, for he paid much too dear for his wife's fortune by taking her person into the bargain) he was immoderately given up...
Seite 221 - When we, at this distance of time, inquire what prodigious merits excited such admiration, what do we find? Great valour. — But it was an age of heroes. — In full of all other talents, we have a tedious, lamentable, pedantic, pastoral romance, which the patience of a young virgin in love cannot now wade through...
Seite 31 - Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o'er him, My grave Lord-Keeper led the brawls ; The seals and maces danc'd before him. His bushy beard, and shoe-strings green, His high-crown'd hat and satin doublet, Mov'd the stout heart of England's Queen, Though Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it.
Seite 168 - Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April.
Seite 143 - Tofore, great men were glad of poets ; now, I, not the worst, am covetous of thee ; Yet dare not to my thought least hope allow Of adding to thy fame; thine may to me, When in my book men read but Cecil's name. And what I write thereof find far, and free From servile flattery, (common poets' shame.) As thou stand'st clear of the necessity.
Seite 203 - Certainly, fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid...

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