In summer’s heat and mid-time of the dayTo rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,One window shut, the other open stood,Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sunOr night being past, and yet not day begun.Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown,Where they may sport,…
How those were hit by pelting cannon-shotStand staggering like a quivering aspen-leafFearing the force of Boreas’ boisterous blasts!In what a lamentable case where I,If nature had not given me wisdom’s lore!For kings are clouts that every man shoots at,Our crown the pin that thousands seek to cleave:Therefore in policy I think it goodTo hide it…
May draw the pliant king which way I please:Music and poetry is his delight;Therefore I’ll have Italian masks by night,Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows;And in the day, when he shall walk abroad,Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad;My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay;Sometime a…
He kissed her and breathed life into her lips,Wherewith as one displeased away she trips.Yet, as she went, full often looked behind,And many poor excuses did she findTo linger by the way, and once she stayed,And would have turned again, but was afraid,In offering parley, to be counted light.So on she goes and in her…
I love thee not for thy sweet modesty,Which makes thee in perfection’s throne to sit.I love thee not for thy enchanting eye,Thy beauty, ravishing perfection:I love thee not for that my soul doth dance,And leap with pleasure when those lips of thine,Give musical and graceful utterance,To some (by thee made happy) poet’s line.I love thee…
What shall I do? I am undone;My heart will ne’er be as it was.O, but he gives her gay gold rings,And tufted gloves [for] holiday,And many other goodly things,That hath stoln my love away._Friend._ Let him give her gay gold ringsOr tufted gloves, were they ne’er so [gay];[F]or were her lovers lords or kings,They should…
Trampling their bowels with our horses’ hoofs,Brave horses bred on the white Tartarian hills.My camp is like to Julius Caesar’s host,That never fought but had the victory;Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot warAs these, my followers, willingly would have.Legions of spirits, fleeting in the air,Direct our bullets and our weapons’ points,And make your strokes…
Urna subtegitur. Scelerum, gaudete, nepotes!Insons, luctifica sparsis cervice capillis,Plange! fori lumen, venerandae gloria legis,Occidit: heu, secum effoetas Acherontis ad orasMulta abiit virtus. Pro tot virtutibus uni,Livor, parce viro; non audacissimus estoIllius in cineres, cujus tot millia vultusMortalium attonuit: sic cum te nuntia DitisVulneret exsanguis, feliciter ossa quiescant,Famaque marmorei superet monumenta sepulcri.
The dullest sight with all the glorious preyThat in the pebble-paved channel lay.No molten crystal, but a richer mine,Even Nature’s rarest alchymy ran there,–Diamonds resolv’d, and substance more divine,Through whose bright-gliding current might appearA thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine,Enamelling the banks, made them more dearThan ever was that glorious palace’ gateWhere the day-shining Sun…
Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune’s might;The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fair,Whom young Apollo courted for her hair,And offered as a dower his burning throne,Where she should sit for men to gaze upon.The outside of her garments were of lawn,The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn;Her wide sleeves green,…
