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Senseless trees they cannot hear thee;
145 That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. And the men do sympathize with the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives: and then give them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils.
146 O England !-model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart,What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural !
147 Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ, Is term’d the civil'st place of all this isle: Sweet is the country, because full of riches; The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy. 22-iv. 7.
148 Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Ill-favour'dly become the morning field: Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose, And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes ; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; And their executors, the knavish crows, Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. 20—iv.2.
Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call’d our mother, but our grave: where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ; Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks, that rent the air, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstasy;8 the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, Dying, or ere they sicken.
8 Common distress of mind.
Tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land ? And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war ; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week:h What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day?
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'Tis the soldiers' life, To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
37-ii. 3. 152 The tyrant custom Hath made the finty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnizel A natural and prompt alacrity, I find in hardness.
put up her lovely visage?
b Fourth Commandment. | Acknowledge. k Ploughshare.
To deracinate, is to force up the roots.
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
m Worn, wasted.
nA mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide. • Exquisite allegorical painting!
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;
158 The natural bravery of your isle; which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of conquest Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag
and saw, and overcame: with shame (The first that ever touch'd him), he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas, Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks: For joy whereof, The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point (0, gigloto fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword, Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, And Britons strut with courage.
P Should it not