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Book i . Ch . i . note 2 . I drink no more than a sponge . Ibid . Ch . 5 . Appetite
comes with eating , says Angeston . poor . ¡± Ibid . Hoped to catch larks if ever the
heavens should fall . Book i . Ch . 11 . 1 Out of syght , out of mynd . Googe ' s
Eglogs ...
Book i . Ch . i . note 2 . I drink no more than a sponge . Ibid . Ch . 5 . Appetite
comes with eating , says Angeston . poor . ¡± Ibid . Hoped to catch larks if ever the
heavens should fall . Book i . Ch . 11 . 1 Out of syght , out of mynd . Googe ' s
Eglogs ...
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Book ii . Ch . 32 , ad fin . I ' ll go his halves . Book iv . Ch . 23 . The Devil was sick ,
the Devil a monk would be ; The Devil was well , the Devil a monk was he . Book
iv . Ch . 24 . THOMAS TUSSER . ' 1523 - 1580 . FIVE HUNDRED POINTS OF ...
Book ii . Ch . 32 , ad fin . I ' ll go his halves . Book iv . Ch . 23 . The Devil was sick ,
the Devil a monk would be ; The Devil was well , the Devil a monk was he . Book
iv . Ch . 24 . THOMAS TUSSER . ' 1523 - 1580 . FIVE HUNDRED POINTS OF ...
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Book i . Ch . 6 . 1 He had a face like a benediction . Ibid . Book ii . Ch . 4 . I tell
thee , that is Mambrino ' s helmet . Ibid . Book iii . Ch . 7 . The more thou stir it the
worse it will be . Ibid . Book iii . Ch . 8 . Every one is the son of his own works . Ibid
.
Book i . Ch . 6 . 1 He had a face like a benediction . Ibid . Book ii . Ch . 4 . I tell
thee , that is Mambrino ' s helmet . Ibid . Book iii . Ch . 7 . The more thou stir it the
worse it will be . Ibid . Book iii . Ch . 8 . Every one is the son of his own works . Ibid
.
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2 Blessings on him who invented sleep , the mantle that covers all human
thoughts , the food that appeases hunger , the ... Part ii . Book iv . Ch . 16 . 3 The
painter Orbaneja of Ubeda — if he chanced to draw a cock , he wrote under it ,
This is a ...
2 Blessings on him who invented sleep , the mantle that covers all human
thoughts , the food that appeases hunger , the ... Part ii . Book iv . Ch . 16 . 3 The
painter Orbaneja of Ubeda — if he chanced to draw a cock , he wrote under it ,
This is a ...
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St . 1 . A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine . Book i . Canto i . St . 1 . The
noblest mind the best contentment has . ... Act ii . Sc . 2 . Massinger , A New Way
to Pay Old Debts , Act iv . Sc . 2 . 3 Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that ...
St . 1 . A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine . Book i . Canto i . St . 1 . The
noblest mind the best contentment has . ... Act ii . Sc . 2 . Massinger , A New Way
to Pay Old Debts , Act iv . Sc . 2 . 3 Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that ...
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372 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
593 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
521 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
520 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...