Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 412
... MOMUS , laughing . Momus . Ha ! ha ! ha ! Ha ! ha ! ha ! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack , And lighten thy back . The world was a fool , e'er since it begun , And since neither Janus , nor Chronos , nor I Can hinder the crimes ...
... MOMUS , laughing . Momus . Ha ! ha ! ha ! Ha ! ha ! ha ! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack , And lighten thy back . The world was a fool , e'er since it begun , And since neither Janus , nor Chronos , nor I Can hinder the crimes ...
Page 413
... Momus . Thy sword within the scabbard keep , And let mankind agree ; Better the world were fast asleep , Than kept awake by thee . The fools are only thinner , With all our cost and care ; But neither side a winner , For things are as ...
... Momus . Thy sword within the scabbard keep , And let mankind agree ; Better the world were fast asleep , Than kept awake by thee . The fools are only thinner , With all our cost and care ; But neither side a winner , For things are as ...
Page 414
... Momus . All , all of a piece throughout : Pointing to Diana . to Mars . to Venus . Thy chase had a beast in view ; Thy wars brought nothing about ; Thy lovers were all untrue . Janus . ' Tis well an old age is out . Chronos . And time ...
... Momus . All , all of a piece throughout : Pointing to Diana . to Mars . to Venus . Thy chase had a beast in view ; Thy wars brought nothing about ; Thy lovers were all untrue . Janus . ' Tis well an old age is out . Chronos . And time ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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