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Abbot able admiration affection amongst Anatomy of Melancholy Andrewes appear bishop Boorde Burton called cause character Church common contains Coryate course Court Cowley critic death desire doubt edition England English evidence eyes fact fail favour force give hand Henry History Idem influence interest Italy James kind King known language later Laud learned least less letter light lived London Lord matter means melancholy mind nature never notes object observation once Overbury passed perhaps persons poems poet possible present probable published Puritan reader reason received remains remarks returned seems seen sent sermons serve speaks spite style suffered taken things Thomas thought tion took traveller Trials true truth whole wise Wotton writing written
Side 235 - The very Honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy, And they (methinks) deserve my pity, Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings 10 Of this great hive, the city. Ah, yet, ere I descend to th...
Side 235 - I descend to the grave May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too!
Side 388 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled.
Side 236 - tis the way too thither. How happy here should I, And one dear She, live, and embracing die ! She, who is all the world, and can exclude In deserts solitude. I should have then this only fear — Lest men, when they my pleasures see, Should hither throng to live like me, And so make a city here.
Side 386 - Nor ruin make oppressors great. Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend.
Side 205 - In a true piece of Wit all things must be, Yet all things there agree. As in the Ark, joyn'd without force or strife, All Creatures dwelt; all Creatures that had Life.
Side 209 - I believe I can tell the particular little chance that filled my head first with such chimes of verse as have never since left ringing there. For I remember when I began to read, and to take some pleasure in it, there was wont to lie in my mother's...
Side 386 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 205 - Great Cowley then (a mighty genius) wrote, O'errun with wit, and lavish of his thought: His turns too closely on the reader press; He more had pleased us, had he pleased us less. One glittering thought no sooner strikes our eyes With silent wonder, but new wonders rise.