The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Band 3;Band 55

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John C. Nimmo, 1885
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Seite 284 - With coral clasps and amber studs, And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Seite 285 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Seite 286 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Seite 12 - It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-ruled by fate. When two are stript, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win ; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect : The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censured* by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight : Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight...
Seite 42 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. — Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride; That hour, o...
Seite 290 - I'll prepare for thee! What sweets the Country can afford Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board! The soft sweet moss shall be thy bed, With crawling woodbine overspread ; By which the silver-shedding streams Shall gently melt thee into dreams! Thy clothing, next, shall be a gown Made of the fleeces...
Seite 35 - Even as a bird, which in our hands we wring, Forth plungeth and oft flutters with her wing, She trembling strove. This strife of hers (like that Which made the world) another world begat Of unknown joy. Treason was in her thought, And cunningly to yield herself she sought. Seeming not won, yet won she was at length. In such wars women use but half their strength. Leander now, like Theban Hercules, Entered the orchard of th' Hesperides; Whose fruit none rightly can describe but he That pulls or shakes...
Seite 14 - Are of like worth. Then treasure is abus'd, When misers keep it: being put to loan, In time it will return us two for one. Rich robes themselves and others do adorn Neither themselves nor others, if not worn. Who builds a palace, and rams up the gate, Shall see it ruinous and desolate: Ah, simple Hero, learn thyself to cherish! Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
Seite 18 - Who taught thee rhetoric to deceive a maid ? Ay me ! such words as these should I abhor, And yet I like them for the orator.

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