#English #Renaissance
What is our life? A play of passi… Our mirth the music of division, Our mother’s wombs the tiring—hous… Where we are dressed for this shor… Heaven the judicious sharp spectat…
IF all the world and love were yo… And truth in every shepherd’s tong… These pretty pleasures might me mo… To live with thee and be thy Love… But Time drives flocks from field…
Even such is time, which takes in… Our youth, our joys, and all we ha… And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the world of sight and sound, One or two of those I leave
Like truthless dreams, so are my j… And past return are all my dandled… My love misled, and fancy quite re… Of all which pass’d the sorrow onl… My lost delights, now clean from s…
Prais’d be Diana’s fair and harml… Prais’d be the dews wherewith she… Prais’d be her beams, the glory of… Prais’d be her power by which all… Prais’d be her nymphs with whom sh…
But stay, my thoughts, make end, g… Harsh is the voice of woe and sorr… Complaints cure not, and tears do… Griefs for a time, which after mor… To seek for moisture in the Arabi…
Nature, that washed her hands in m… And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and sil… At love’s request to try them, If she a mistress could compose
Give me my scallop shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope’s true gage…
WHAT is our life? The play of pa… Our mirth? The music of division: Our mothers’ wombs the tiring—hous… Where we are dressed for life’s sh… The earth the stage; Heaven the s…
Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due propriety. Guard well your hands: two things…
Our great work, the Otia Merseian… Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodwa… Is financed by numerous Bogus Mee… Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer
PASSIONS are liken’d best to f… The shallow murmur, but the deep a… So, when affection yields discours… The bottom is but shallow whence t… They that are rich in words, in wo…
Three things there be that prosper… And flourish, whilst they grow asu… But on a day, they meet all in one… And when they meet, they one anoth… And they be these: the wood, the w…
Go, soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die,
