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Seite 111 - Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault : the dram of eale Doth all the noble substance of a doubt To his own scandal.
Seite 110 - Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Seite 111 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason...
Seite 73 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 76 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir. Do you see this ? Look on her, look, her lips, Look there, look there ! [Dies.
Seite 37 - Loaden with kisses, arm'd with thousand Cupids, Shall never clasp our necks ; no issue know us; No figures of ourselves shall we e'er see, To glad our age, and like young eagles teach them Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say, Remember what your fathers were, and conquer!
Seite 34 - The flower that I would pluck And put between my breasts — O then but beginning To swell about the blossom — she would long Till she had such another, and commit it To the like innocent cradle, where, phoenix-like, They died in perfume.
Seite 24 - I am in labour To push your name, your ancient love, our kindred, Out of my memory ; and i' the self-same place To seat something I would confound : so hoist we The sails, that must these vessels port even where The heavenly limiter pleases.
Seite 34 - The one of th' other may be said to water Their intertangled roots of love ; but I, And she I sigh and spoke of, were things innocent, Lov'd for we did, and like the elements That know not what nor why, yet do effect Rare issues by their operance, our souls Did so to one another : what she...
Seite 28 - Maiden pinks of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry spring-time's harbinger, With her bells dim; Oxlips in their cradles growing, Marigolds on death-beds blowing, Lark-heels trim; All, dear Nature's children sweet.