The Works of the Honourable Sr. Philip Sidney, Kt. in Prose and Verse: I. A sixth book to the countess of Pembroke's ArcadiaE. Taylor, A. Bettesworth, E. Curll, W. Mears, and R. Gosling., 1724 |
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第 26 頁
... speak his own deceit , with fuch a heart - burning vehemency , that Lemnia ( who had placed herself , un- known to either of us , behind the hangings ) fcarce could fupprefs her entry , to play a part in our comedy of affection . But to ...
... speak his own deceit , with fuch a heart - burning vehemency , that Lemnia ( who had placed herself , un- known to either of us , behind the hangings ) fcarce could fupprefs her entry , to play a part in our comedy of affection . But to ...
第 49 頁
... speak that killed Erona ? But they would have me live , to torture me with the memory of my guilt . No , no , I will prevent their project ; that were a punishment fit for an ill - meant offence , not an unfortunate . And with thefe ...
... speak that killed Erona ? But they would have me live , to torture me with the memory of my guilt . No , no , I will prevent their project ; that were a punishment fit for an ill - meant offence , not an unfortunate . And with thefe ...
第 55 頁
... speak my mind , while their bright twinkling flame Seems to rejoyce to hear Urania's name ? And fhall I fear that what the heavens approv'd , By men ( though great men } should be difallow'd ? But where you think that I have check'd ...
... speak my mind , while their bright twinkling flame Seems to rejoyce to hear Urania's name ? And fhall I fear that what the heavens approv'd , By men ( though great men } should be difallow'd ? But where you think that I have check'd ...
第 57 頁
... love ; Then always figh my plaints , until you move . STRE PHON . Ono , there's too much rigor in fuch laws , They bind a man to speak against his cause . Sup . Suppose I move , this is my recompence ; Foy Book VI . Pembroke's ARCADIA . 57.
... love ; Then always figh my plaints , until you move . STRE PHON . Ono , there's too much rigor in fuch laws , They bind a man to speak against his cause . Sup . Suppose I move , this is my recompence ; Foy Book VI . Pembroke's ARCADIA . 57.
第 59 頁
... speak'ft as if thy brains were wood Who can determine of that inward good ? I fay , I love , and will Menalcas grieve That all the world fhould Corydon believe ? But , that's not it , thofe flames will foon decay , If they be not ...
... speak'ft as if thy brains were wood Who can determine of that inward good ? I fay , I love , and will Menalcas grieve That all the world fhould Corydon believe ? But , that's not it , thofe flames will foon decay , If they be not ...
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第 73 頁 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if -these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
第 22 頁 - ... cometh to you with words set in delightful proportion, either accompanied with, or prepared for, the well-enchanting skill of music; and with a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play and old men from the chimney corner...
第 69 頁 - Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there, ungratefulness?
第 3 頁 - I remember mine ears were at any time more loaden, than when (either angered with slow payment, or moved with our learner-like admiration) he exercised his speech in the praise of his faculty. He said soldiers were the noblest estate of mankind, and horsemen the noblest of soldiers. He said they were the masters of war, and ornaments of peace...
第 43 頁 - Now ye shall have three ladies walk to gather flowers, and then we must believe the stage to be a garden. By and by we hear news of shipwreck in the same place, and then we are to blame if we accept it not for a rock. Upon the back of that comes out a hideous monster with fire and smoke, and then the miserable beholders are bound to take it for a cave. While in the meantime two armies fly in, represented with four swords and bucklers, and then what hard heart will not receive it for a pitched field?
第 4 頁 - ... the first light-giver to ignorance, and first nurse, whose milk by little and little enabled them to feed afterwards of tougher knowledges.
第 19 頁 - ... or private matters; where the historian in his bare was hath many times that which we call fortune to overrule the best wisdom.
第 12 頁 - This purifying of wit, this enriching of memory, enabling of judgment, and enlarging of conceit, which commonly we call learning, under what name soever it come forth, or to what immediate end soever it be directed, the final end is to lead and draw us to as high a perfection as our degenerate souls made worse by their clayey lodgings can be capable of.
第 9 頁 - Adam, since our erected wit maketh us know what perfection is, and yet our infected will keepeth us from reaching unto it.
第 16 頁 - Stoics said, was a short madness: let but Sophocles bring you Ajax on a stage, killing and whipping sheep and oxen, thinking them the army of Greeks, with their chieftains Agamemnon and Menelaus, and tell me if you have not a more familiar insight into anger than finding in the schoolmen his genus and difference.