The Dramatic and Poetical Works of Robert Greene & George Peele: With Memoirs of the Authors and Notes

Routledge, 1874 - 624 páginas

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Página 284 - Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Página 481 - 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.
Página 303 - Ah, then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain...
Página 569 - gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing: Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees; And, lovers...
Página 289 - tis thou shalt wear my glove ; At foot-ball sport thou shalt my champion be. DORON. Carmela dear, even as the golden ball That Venus got, such are thy goodly eyes ; When cherries' juice is jumbled therewithal, Thy breath is like the steam of apple-pies.
Página 292 - Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe.
Página 287 - Whereas embrac'd his beauties he doth hold. Her neck like to an ivory shining tower, Where through with azure veins sweet nectar runs, Or like the down of swans where Senesse woons, J Or like delight that doth itself devour.
Página 569 - And, lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms, A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms; But though from court to cottage he depart, His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,— "Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.
Página 307 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; /The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Página 164 - Peggy, we'll leave you for a week or two. Mar. As it please Lord Lacy: but love's foolish looks Think footsteps miles, and minutes to be hours. Lacy. I'll hasten, Peggy, to make short return.

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