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Seite 24 - And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.
Seite 10 - The First part of the Contention betwixt the two famous Houses of Yorke and Lancaster, with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: And the banishment and death of the Duke of Suffolke, and the Tragicall end of the proud Cardinall of Winchester, with the notable Rebellion of lacke Cade : And the Duke of Yorkes first claime vnto the Crowne. London Printed by Thomas Creed, for Thomas Millington, and are to be sold at his shop vnder Saint Peters Church in Cornwall. 1594.— 2.
Seite 60 - This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light, What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
Seite 107 - Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man...
Seite 179 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink!' I (as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear) so, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.
Seite 157 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Seite 92 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted? * Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; * And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, * Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Seite 61 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds. His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's...