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appeare base beare beasts beautie behold better brave cruell deare death deep delight doth downe earth everie eyes face faire fall farre fayre feare feed fell fortune Foxe gentle give glorie gods golden goodly grace ground hand happie hart hate hath head heare heart heaven heavenly himselfe honour hope LADIE late learned leave light live looke Lord lyke matter meane mightie minde mortall Muses nature never night noble nought paine passe plaint pleasures powre praise pride Queene rest Rome sacred scorne seeke seeme selfe shepheard shew sight sing Sith skill soone sorrow soule spirite spright sweet tell thee thereof theyr things thinke thou thought turne unto vaine wide wight wings wont woods worthie wretched
Strona 130 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed...
Strona 293 - Hymen, they do shout, That even to the heavens their shouting shrill Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill, To which the people standing all about, As in approvance do thereto applaud And loud advaunce her laud, And evermore they Hymen, Hymen, sing That all the woods them answer and theyr eccho ring.
Strona 348 - God for mans misguyde, But onely man himselfe, who selfe did slyde: So, taking flesh of sacred virgins wombe, For mans deare sake he did a man become. And that most blessed bodie, which was borne Without all blemish or reprochfull blame, He freely gave to be both rent and torne...
Strona 310 - Themmes ! runne softly, till I end my Song. Then forth they all out of their baskets drew Great store of Flowers, the honour of the field, That to the sense did fragrant odours yield, All which upon those goodly Birds they threw And all the Waves did strew, That like old Peneus...
Strona 309 - But rather Angels or of Angels breede : Yet were they bred of Somers-heat they say, In sweetest Season, when each Flower and weede The earth did fresh aray, So fresh they seem'd as day, 70 Even as their Brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song.
Strona 325 - Lifting himself out of the lowly dust On golden plumes up to the purest skie, Above the reach of loathly sinfull lust, . Whose base affect through cowardly distrust Of his weake wings dare not to heaven fly, But like a moldwarpe in the earth doth ly.
Strona 289 - That all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring. Bring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare Both of the rivers and the forrests greene, And of the sea that neighbours to her neare : Al with gay girlands goodly wel beseene.
Strona 295 - There dwells sweet Love, and constant Chastity, Unspotted Fayth, and comely Womanhood, Regard of Honour, and mild Modesty ; There Vertue raynes as Queene in royal throne, And giveth lawes alone, The which the base affections doe obay, And yeeld theyr services unto her will ; Ne thought of things uncomely ever may Thereto approch to tempt her mind to ill. Had ye once seene these her celestial threasures, And unrevealed pleasures, Then would ye wonder, and her prayses sing, . That all the woods should...
Strona 335 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Strona 290 - And let them eeke bring store of other flowers, To deck the bridale bowers. And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread, For feare the stones her tender foot should wrong, Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along, And diapred lyke the discolored mead.