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... drink Then doth she trowl to me the bowl , With him that wears a hood . ... They shall not miss to have the bliss I love no roast , but a nut - brown toast , Good ale doth bring men to : And a crab laid in the fire ; And all poor ...
... drink Then doth she trowl to me the bowl , With him that wears a hood . ... They shall not miss to have the bliss I love no roast , but a nut - brown toast , Good ale doth bring men to : And a crab laid in the fire ; And all poor ...
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The golden mean the happy doth suffice ; Cease to aspire , then ; cease to soar so high , They lead the poasting day in rare delight , And shun the plague that pierceth noble They fill ( not feed ) their uncontented eyes , breasts .
The golden mean the happy doth suffice ; Cease to aspire , then ; cease to soar so high , They lead the poasting day in rare delight , And shun the plague that pierceth noble They fill ( not feed ) their uncontented eyes , breasts .
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As long liveth the merry man ( they say ) , As doth the sorry man , and longer by a day . After a few more lines in this strain , he says : 2 note - ( ? ) head or nose . She evidently makes him feel the weight of her fist .
As long liveth the merry man ( they say ) , As doth the sorry man , and longer by a day . After a few more lines in this strain , he says : 2 note - ( ? ) head or nose . She evidently makes him feel the weight of her fist .
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How doth sweet Custance , my R. Roister . This same is the fair widow's nurse , heart of gold , tell me how ? of whom ye wot . M. Mumbl . She doth very well , sir , and comM. Merry . Is she but a nurse of a house ? mand me to you .
How doth sweet Custance , my R. Roister . This same is the fair widow's nurse , heart of gold , tell me how ? of whom ye wot . M. Mumbl . She doth very well , sir , and comM. Merry . Is she but a nurse of a house ? mand me to you .
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But what stranger is this , which doth to me Sym Suresby here perchance shall thereof deem appear ? some ill , Sym Sure . I will speak to her.— Dame , the And shall suspect me in some point of naughtiLord you save and seo . ness ...
But what stranger is this , which doth to me Sym Suresby here perchance shall thereof deem appear ? some ill , Sym Sure . I will speak to her.— Dame , the And shall suspect me in some point of naughtiLord you save and seo . ness ...
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Seite 120 - Her lips suck forth my soul, see where it flies! Come Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Seite 108 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Seite 163 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 112 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
Seite l - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin. All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes. She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas ! become of me?
Seite 317 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Seite 56 - He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in the fear of God ; and he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds ; as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
Seite 56 - Although my house be not so with God; yet he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure: for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although he make it not to grow.
Seite 110 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Seite 114 - And long ere this I should have slain myself, Had not sweet pleasure conquered deep despair, Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love and CEnon's death? And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis ? Why should I die then, or basely despair ? I am resolved.- Faustus shall ne'er repent— Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, And argue of divine Astrology.