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Page 67 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 198 - Work — work — work ! My labor never flags; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags. A shattered roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there! ' 'Work — work — work! From weary chime to chime, Work — work — work — As prisoners work for crime!
Page 9 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively...
Page 78 - He will not only pardon, but pardon abundantly: for his thoughts are not as our thoughts, nor his ways as our ways.
Page 50 - O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 281 - like the pestilence that walketh in darkness, the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
Page 310 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Page 55 - That is Milton ; but it is Milton also who can sing of — " Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek, Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 310 - t ? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she would have been buried out of Christian burial.