Archaica, containing a reprint of scarce old English prose tracts, with prefaces by sir E. Brydges, Band 11815 |
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... fruits of my wits , wrapped up as scholars ' treasures be , in loose papers , that I might sift out something worthy his honour ; but finding all worthless of his Lordship , at last I lighted upon this fiction of Venetian Philomela ...
... fruits of my wits , wrapped up as scholars ' treasures be , in loose papers , that I might sift out something worthy his honour ; but finding all worthless of his Lordship , at last I lighted upon this fiction of Venetian Philomela ...
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... fruit : a gem not to be valued , if set in virtue ' , but disgraced with a bad foil , like a ring of gold in a swine's snout . " Yet what comfort is there in life , if man had no solace but man ? Women are sweet helps , and those kind ...
... fruit : a gem not to be valued , if set in virtue ' , but disgraced with a bad foil , like a ring of gold in a swine's snout . " Yet what comfort is there in life , if man had no solace but man ? Women are sweet helps , and those kind ...
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... fruit forbidden , ' Cause the scape is easily hidden . Though such love be sweet in brewing , Bitter is the end ensuing ; For the humour of love he shameth , And himself with lust defameth ; D For a minute's pleasure gaining , Fame and ...
... fruit forbidden , ' Cause the scape is easily hidden . Though such love be sweet in brewing , Bitter is the end ensuing ; For the humour of love he shameth , And himself with lust defameth ; D For a minute's pleasure gaining , Fame and ...
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... fruits too soon ripe are quickly rotten ; that deeds done in haste are repented at leisure . Then , brave men , in so weighty a cause , and for the conquest of so excellent a paragon , let not one minute begin and end the quarrel , but ...
... fruits too soon ripe are quickly rotten ; that deeds done in haste are repented at leisure . Then , brave men , in so weighty a cause , and for the conquest of so excellent a paragon , let not one minute begin and end the quarrel , but ...
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... fruit is like to wither with despair , in thy youth sat discontent pruning herself in thy forehead , now int hy age sor- row hides herself amongst the wrinkles of thy face ; thus art thou infortunate in the prime , and crossed with ...
... fruit is like to wither with despair , in thy youth sat discontent pruning herself in thy forehead , now int hy age sor- row hides herself amongst the wrinkles of thy face ; thus art thou infortunate in the prime , and crossed with ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amongst Arcadia beauty began blemish blood CARMELA Christ comfort conceit conscience court daughter dead death delight DEMOCLES desire desolate devil DORON doth Duke Duke of Milan Earl earth eclogues enemy eyes face fancy favour fear folly fortune Gabriel Harvey gather Genoese gentleman glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope humour husband Jerusalem king labour lady LAMEDON leave lest live look Lord lovers LUTESIO man's MELICERTUS MENAPHON mind misery mistress nature never NICHOLAS BRETON Palermo passion patience perfection PESANA PHILIPPO PHILOMELA PLEUSIDIPPUS poor praise Private Press quoth repent rest revenge ROBERT GREENE ROBERT SOUTHWELL SEPHESTIA shepherd shew sighs sith smile sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears thee Thessaly thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself truth unto Venice Venus virtue wanton wherein wife wonder words worthy
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 2 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.
Seite 9 - There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country: and when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it.
Seite 6 - When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee: When thou art old, there's grief enough for thee.
Seite xvii - It is a common practice now-adays, amongst a sort of shifting companions that run through every art and thrive by none, to leave the trade of Noverint, whereto they were born, and busy themselves with the endeavours of art, that could scarcely Latinize their neck-verse if they should have need; yet English Seneca, read by candle-light, yields many good sentences, as blood is a beggar...
Seite vii - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
Seite 85 - BEFORE my face the picture hangs, That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs, That shortly I am like to find : But yet, alas, full little I Do think hereon that I must die.
Seite 17 - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Seite xvii - ... immortality, if they but once get Boreas by ' the beard, and the heavenly Bull by the dewlap. But ' herein I cannot so fully bequeath them to folly, as ' their idiot art-masters, that intrude themselves to our ' ears as the alchymists of eloquence, who (mounted ' on the stage of arrogance) think to outbrave better ' pens with the swelling bombast of bragging blank
Seite 86 - I do use to wear, The knife wherewith I cut my meat, And eke that old and ancient chair, Which is my only usual seat; All these do tell me I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
Seite 86 - Wherefore I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I. Though all the East did quake to hear Of Alexander's dreadful name, And all the West did likewise fear To hear of Julius Caesar's fame, Yet both by death in dust now lie; Who then can 'scape but he must die?