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Side 231 - And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee : for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
Side 77 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 147 - ... of the Supper, and a representation of the five wounds of Christ ; on their sleeves was embroidered the name of Jesus. They all took an oath that they entered upon this work, " for the love of God, the preservation of the king's issue, the purifying of the nobility, and driving away of all base-born and ill counsellors ; and for no particular profit of their own, nor to do any displeasure, nor to kill any for envy ; but to take before them the Cross of Christ, his faith, the restitution of the...
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Side 278 - A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Side 241 - ... hill's side with BertramYea, when the launched bolt did sear her sense, Her soul's deep orisons were breathed for him. Was this not love? yea, thus doth woman love! Clo. Hast thou e'er seen the dame ? I pray thee paint her. Imo. They said her cheek of youth was beautiful Till withering sorrow blanched the bright rose there, And I have heard men swear her form was fair; But grief did lay its icy finger on it, And chilled it to a cold and joyless statue. Clo. I would I might behold that wretched...
Side 50 - My peace is vanish' d, My heart is sore: I shall find it never, And never more ! Where he is not, I find my tomb; And the sunniest spot Is turn'd to gloom. My aching head Will burst with pain — And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim; The threshold I pass Alone for him. His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ! His fond caress, So rich in bliss!
Side 147 - ... and privy council ; not for any private profit, nor to do displeasure to any private person, nor to slay or murder through envy, but for the restitution of the church and the suppression of heretics and their opinions.
Side 245 - Hast thou e'er seen the dame ? I pray thee, paint her Imo. They said her cheek of youth was beautiful Till withering sorrow blanched the bright rose there — And I have heard men swear her form was fair ; But grief did lay his icy finger on it, And chilled it to a cold and joyless statue. Methought she carolled blithely in her youth, As the couched nestling trills his vesper lay, But song and smile, beauty and melody, And youth and happiness are gone from her.
Side 232 - God's armour, gird in truth, and clothed in righteousness. I hear say they wear the cross and the wounds before and behind, and they pretend much truth to the King's Grace, and to the commonwealth, when they intend nothing less; and deceive the poor ignorant people, and bring them to fight against both the king, the church, and the commonwealth.

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