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Strona 572 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Strona 143 - This night I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold : And early in the morning will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
Strona 15 - I have ever truly cherished my good opinion of other men's worthy labours ; especially of that full and heightened style of Master Chapman ; the laboured and understanding works of Master Jonson ; the no less worthy composures of the both worthily excellent Master Beaumont and Master Fletcher...
Strona 158 - Some do believe hermaphrodeity, That both do act and suffer. But these two Make the rest ductile, malleable, extensive. And even in gold they are ; for we do find Seeds of them by our fire, and gold in them; And can produce the species of each metal More perfect thence, than nature doth in earth.
Strona 572 - Twas to bring you By degrees to mortification : Listen. Dirge. Hark, now every thing is still ; The screech-owl, and the whistler shrill, Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly d'on her shroud.
Strona 110 - But now begins the extremity of heat To pinch me with intolerable pangs : Die, life ! fly, soul ! tongue, curse thy fill, and die ! [Dies.
Strona 579 - While with vain hopes our faculties we tire, We seem to sweat in ice and freeze in fire. What would I do, were this to do again ? 330 I would not change my peace of conscience For all the wealth of Europe.
Strona 160 - Would burst a man to name ? Sub. And all these named, Intending but one thing: which art our writers Used to obscure their art. Mam. Sir, so I told him — Because the simple idiot should not learn it. And make it vulgar. Sub. Was not all the knowledge Of the .(Egyptians writ in mystic symbols ? Speak not the scriptures oft in parables ? Are not the choicest fables of the poets, That were the fountains and first springs of wisdom, Wrapp'd in perplexed allegories ? Mam.