Greene's Philomela. Greene's Arcadia. Southwell's The triumphs over death. Breton's Characters, and his Good and bad. Nash's Christ's tears over Jerusalem
From the private Press of Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, printed by T. Davison, 1815
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affection amongst answer Arcadia beauty began better blood body called carried cause comfort conceit conscience Count court daughter dead death delight DEMOCLES desire devil doth Duke earth enemy excellence eyes face fair fall favour fear fortune gather give glory grace grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope husband Italy Jerusalem kind king labour leave less light live look Lord LUTESIO matter mean MELICERTUS MENAPHON mind nature never once pass passion patience perfection PHILIPPO PHILOMELA PLEUSIDIPPUS poor praise present quoth reason rest revenge rich SAMELA shepherd shew sorrow soul spirit sweet tears thee thine thing thou thought took true truth unto virtue wanton wife wonder worthy wrong young
第 4 頁 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.
第 11 頁 - There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country: and when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it.
第 8 頁 - s grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl-drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That one another's place supplies ; Thus he griev'd in every part, Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee.
第 19 頁 - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
第 xvii 頁 - It is a common practice nowadays amongst a sort of shifting companions, that run through every art and thrive by none, to leave the trade of Noverint, whereto they were born, and busy themselves with the endeavors of art, that could scarcely latinize their neck-verse if they should have need; yet English Seneca read by candlelight yields many good sentences, as "Blood is a beggar...