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... His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In their poor praise he humbled ; such a man lo our heart's table : heart , too capable Might be a copy to these younger times , Of every line and trick of his sweet favor !
... His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In their poor praise he humbled ; such a man lo our heart's table : heart , too capable Might be a copy to these younger times , Of every line and trick of his sweet favor !
593 ÆäÀÌÁö
... His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In their poor praise he humbled ; such a man in our heart's table : heart , too capable Might be a copy to these younger times , Of every line and trick of his sweet favor !
... His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In their poor praise he humbled ; such a man in our heart's table : heart , too capable Might be a copy to these younger times , Of every line and trick of his sweet favor !
595 ÆäÀÌÁö
Reflections on a wounded Siag , and on the Your praise is come too swiftly home before you . melancholy Jaques . Know you not , master , to some kind of men Come , shall we go and kill os venison ? Thoir graces serve them but as enemies ...
Reflections on a wounded Siag , and on the Your praise is come too swiftly home before you . melancholy Jaques . Know you not , master , to some kind of men Come , shall we go and kill os venison ? Thoir graces serve them but as enemies ...
596 ÆäÀÌÁö
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise , Jaques . Why , who cries out on pride , Thou hast not lov'd That can therein tax any prirate party ? Or if thou hast not broke from company Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea , Abruptly ...
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise , Jaques . Why , who cries out on pride , Thou hast not lov'd That can therein tax any prirate party ? Or if thou hast not broke from company Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea , Abruptly ...
600 ÆäÀÌÁö
... for so you are Beauty That war against your own affections , My beauty though but mean , And the huge army of the world's desires ;- Needs not the painied Aourish of your praise : Our late edict shall strongly stand in force .
... for so you are Beauty That war against your own affections , My beauty though but mean , And the huge army of the world's desires ;- Needs not the painied Aourish of your praise : Our late edict shall strongly stand in force .
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790 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
745 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
640 ÆäÀÌÁö - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
631 ÆäÀÌÁö - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
589 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
662 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
664 ÆäÀÌÁö - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
643 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.
745 ÆäÀÌÁö - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
661 ÆäÀÌÁö - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.