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Strana 210 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...
Strana 212 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 214 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes. Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes; And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Strana 241 - To the only begetter of these ensuing Sonnets, Mr. WH, all happiness, and that eternity promised by our ever-living Poet, wisheth the well-wishing Adventurer in setting forth, TT
Strana 214 - In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Strana 211 - Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Strana 216 - A spacious field of reasons could I urge, Between his glory, daughter, and thy shame : That poison shows worst in a golden cup ; Dark night seems darker by the lightning flash ; Lilies, that fester, smell far worse than weeds ; And every glory that inclines to sin, The shame is treble by the opposite.
Strana 208 - Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing. For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood ? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good ; No; I am that I am; and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own. I may be straight though they themselves be bevel; By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown...
Strana 214 - Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from the entire point.
Strana 212 - Making them lightest that wear most of it: So are those crisped snaky golden locks "Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known To be the dowry of a second head, The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.