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That haviņg lost his eye , ftruck ev'ry - way , His blows directed to no certain
scope ; Or as the foul departed from the body , The body wants coherence in his
parts , Cannot consist , but sever , and disolve ; So I remov'd once , all his armies
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That haviņg lost his eye , ftruck ev'ry - way , His blows directed to no certain
scope ; Or as the foul departed from the body , The body wants coherence in his
parts , Cannot consist , but sever , and disolve ; So I remov'd once , all his armies
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These conduit - pipes of knowledge feed the mind , But th ' other three attend the
body ftill ; For by their services the foul doch find , What things are to the body
good or ill . Sir John Davies . H Ę A V E N. There's a perpetual spring , perpetual
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These conduit - pipes of knowledge feed the mind , But th ' other three attend the
body ftill ; For by their services the foul doch find , What things are to the body
good or ill . Sir John Davies . H Ę A V E N. There's a perpetual spring , perpetual
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I had been happy , if the gen'ral camp , Pioneers and all , had tasted her sweet
body , So I had nothing known . Oh now , for ever Farewel the tranquil mind !
farewel content ! Farewel * Farewel the plumed troops , and the big war 76 J E A.
I had been happy , if the gen'ral camp , Pioneers and all , had tasted her sweet
body , So I had nothing known . Oh now , for ever Farewel the tranquil mind !
farewel content ! Farewel * Farewel the plumed troops , and the big war 76 J E A.
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Death is the pledge of rest , and with one bail , Two prisons quits ; the body , and
the jail . Bishop King . A prison is in all things like a grave , Where we no better
privileges have Than dead men ; nor so good . The foul once fled Lives freer now
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Death is the pledge of rest , and with one bail , Two prisons quits ; the body , and
the jail . Bishop King . A prison is in all things like a grave , Where we no better
privileges have Than dead men ; nor so good . The foul once fled Lives freer now
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T'is mirth that fills the veins with blood , More than wine , or sleep , or food ; Let
each man keep his heart at ease , No man dies of that disease : He that would his
body keep From diseases , must not weep :: But whoever laughs and sings ...
T'is mirth that fills the veins with blood , More than wine , or sleep , or food ; Let
each man keep his heart at ease , No man dies of that disease : He that would his
body keep From diseases , must not weep :: But whoever laughs and sings ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 170 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Página 19 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Página 164 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 109 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Página 276 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Página 76 - Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Página 236 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Página 73 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 149 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 276 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
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| Título | The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful Passages in Our Poems and Plays, from the Celebrated Spencer to 1688 ... Volumen 2 de The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful Passages in Our Poems and Plays, from the Celebrated Spencer to 1688, Thomas Hayward |
| Autor | William Oldys |
| Colaborador | Thomas Hayward |
| Editor | Olive Payne, 1740 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 26 Oct 2005 |
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