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Side 14
... turns a rod or a wand into stone ( and our Camden mentions the like wonder in Eng- land :) that there is a river in Arabia , of which all the sheep that drink thereof have their wool turned into a ver- * Psal . 137 . milion colour . And ...
... turns a rod or a wand into stone ( and our Camden mentions the like wonder in Eng- land :) that there is a river in Arabia , of which all the sheep that drink thereof have their wool turned into a ver- * Psal . 137 . milion colour . And ...
Side 24
... turn into it , and refresh our selves with a cup of ale and a little rest . Pisc . Most gladly ( sir ) and we'l drink a civil cup to all the Otter Hunters that are to meet you to morrow . Viat . That we wil , sir , and to all the lovers ...
... turn into it , and refresh our selves with a cup of ale and a little rest . Pisc . Most gladly ( sir ) and we'l drink a civil cup to all the Otter Hunters that are to meet you to morrow . Viat . That we wil , sir , and to all the lovers ...
Side 27
... turn to an honest ale house that I know right well , rest our selves , and dress it for our dinner . Via . Oh , sir , a Chub is the worst fish that swims ; I hoped for a Trout for my dinner . Pisc . Trust me , sir , there is not a ...
... turn to an honest ale house that I know right well , rest our selves , and dress it for our dinner . Via . Oh , sir , a Chub is the worst fish that swims ; I hoped for a Trout for my dinner . Pisc . Trust me , sir , there is not a ...
Side 32
... turns more will tire him now you see he lies still , and the sleight is to land him reach me that landing net . So ( sir ) now he is mine own , what say you ? is not this worth all my labour ? Viat . On my word master , this is a ...
... turns more will tire him now you see he lies still , and the sleight is to land him reach me that landing net . So ( sir ) now he is mine own , what say you ? is not this worth all my labour ? Viat . On my word master , this is a ...
Side 33
... turn out of the way a little , good scholer , towards yonder high hedg : we'l sit whilst this showr falls so gently upon the teeming earth , and gives a sweeter smel to the lovely flowers that adorn the verdant meadows . Look , under ...
... turn out of the way a little , good scholer , towards yonder high hedg : we'l sit whilst this showr falls so gently upon the teeming earth , and gives a sweeter smel to the lovely flowers that adorn the verdant meadows . Look , under ...
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Side 35 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Side 35 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Side 57 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Side 15 - But who hath praise enough ? nay, who hath any "? None can express thy works, but he that knows them ; And none can know thy works, which are so many, And so complete, but only he that owes them.
Side 105 - I would be wise, but that I often see The fox suspected, whilst the ass goes free: I would be fair, but see the fair and proud, Like the bright sun, oft setting in a cloud: I would be poor, but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass : Rich, hated ; wise, suspected; scorn'd, if poor; Great, fear'd; fair, tempted; high, still envy'd more.
Side 33 - ... which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I...
Side 35 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 5 - I have made myself a recreation of a recreation ; and that it might prove so to him, and not read dull and tediously, I have in several places mixed, not any scurrility, but some innocent, harmless mirth, of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here disallow thee to be a competent judge ; for divines say, there are offences given, and offences not given but taken.
Side 42 - As well content no prize to take, As use of taken prize to make : For so our Lord was pleased when He fishers made fishers of men : Where, which is in no other game, A man may fish and praise his name. The first men that our Saviour dear Did choose to wait upon him here, Blest fishers were, and fish the last Food was, that he on earth did taste. I therefore strive to follow those, Whom he to follow him hath chose.
Side 57 - ... sweetly too. Come, let me tell you what holy Mr. Herbert says of such days and flowers as these ; and then we will thank God that we enjoy them, and walk to the river and sit down quietly, and try to catch the other brace of trouts.