The Life of King Henry VIII. |
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suns ' Twas said , they saw but one , and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in
censure . When these suns ( For so they phrase them ) by their heralds
challenged The noble spirits to arms , they did perform Beyond thought ' s
compass ; that ...
suns ' Twas said , they saw but one , and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in
censure . When these suns ( For so they phrase them ) by their heralds
challenged The noble spirits to arms , they did perform Beyond thought ' s
compass ; that ...
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Good Lord Chamberlain , Go , give ' em welcome ; you can speak the French
tongue ; And , pray , receive ' em nobly , and conduct ' em Into our presence ,
where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them . — Some attend him .
Good Lord Chamberlain , Go , give ' em welcome ; you can speak the French
tongue ; And , pray , receive ' em nobly , and conduct ' em Into our presence ,
where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them . — Some attend him .
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T is most true These news are everywhere ; eyery tongue speaks them , And
every true heart weeps for ' t . All , that dare Look into these affairs , see this main
end , - The French king ' s sister . Heaven will one day open The King ' s eyes ,
that ...
T is most true These news are everywhere ; eyery tongue speaks them , And
every true heart weeps for ' t . All , that dare Look into these affairs , see this main
end , - The French king ' s sister . Heaven will one day open The King ' s eyes ,
that ...
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All the clerks , I mean the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free
voices ; Rome , the nurse of judgment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One
general tongue unto us , this good man , This just and learned priest , Cardinal ...
All the clerks , I mean the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free
voices ; Rome , the nurse of judgment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One
general tongue unto us , this good man , This just and learned priest , Cardinal ...
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Not for that neither : here ' s the pang that pinches : His highness having lived so
long with her , and she So good a lady , that no tongue could ever Pronounce
dishonour of her , — by my life , She never knew harm - doing , - 0 , now , after So
...
Not for that neither : here ' s the pang that pinches : His highness having lived so
long with her , and she So good a lady , that no tongue could ever Pronounce
dishonour of her , — by my life , She never knew harm - doing , - 0 , now , after So
...
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第 124 頁 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
第 97 頁 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
第 128 頁 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
第 139 頁 - He would say untruths ; and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning : He was never, But where he meant to ruin, pitiful : His promises were, as he then was, mighty ; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. Of his own body he was ill, and gave The clergy ill example. Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water.
第 175 頁 - This royal infant, (heaven still move about her !) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness,) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed...
第 127 頁 - O my lord, Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
第 128 頁 - The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
第 140 頁 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
第 124 頁 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第 125 頁 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.