Encyclopædia metropolitana; or, Universal dictionary of knowledge, ed. by E. Smedley, Hugh J. Rose and Henry J. Rose. [With] Plates, Volume 181845 |
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... haue perfect digestion , and be ready to deuoure afreshe against the next refection . Id . Ib . Exposition vpon the seventh Chapter of Matthew . More ouer , there be dyuers maners of exercyses , whereof some , onely prepareth and ...
... haue perfect digestion , and be ready to deuoure afreshe against the next refection . Id . Ib . Exposition vpon the seventh Chapter of Matthew . More ouer , there be dyuers maners of exercyses , whereof some , onely prepareth and ...
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... haue comfort , all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining starre . Shakspeare . Richard III . fol . 184 . Your cheeks of late are ( like bad printed books ) So dimly charactered , I scarce can spell One line of love in ...
... haue comfort , all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining starre . Shakspeare . Richard III . fol . 184 . Your cheeks of late are ( like bad printed books ) So dimly charactered , I scarce can spell One line of love in ...
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... haue , Wilte thou therefore , a drunkard be a ding thrift , and a knaue . Drant . Horace . The first Satyre . " Tis sack makes us sing , Hey down a down ding , Musa paulo majora canamus . F. Beaumont . In the Praise of Sack . And then ...
... haue , Wilte thou therefore , a drunkard be a ding thrift , and a knaue . Drant . Horace . The first Satyre . " Tis sack makes us sing , Hey down a down ding , Musa paulo majora canamus . F. Beaumont . In the Praise of Sack . And then ...
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... haue mersy on me , and sende Lazarus that he dippe the ende of his finger in water , to kele my tunge : for I am tormented in this flawme . Wiclif . Luk , ch . xvi . And he cryed and sayd , Father Abraham , have mercye on me , and sende ...
... haue mersy on me , and sende Lazarus that he dippe the ende of his finger in water , to kele my tunge : for I am tormented in this flawme . Wiclif . Luk , ch . xvi . And he cryed and sayd , Father Abraham , have mercye on me , and sende ...
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... haue been at rich mens ? sith God praiseth him more than he dooth other men . Jack Upland . Imputed to Chaucer . Yea , and many enioyne penace to geue a certayne for to haue so many Masses sayde , and desire to prouide a chappellayne ...
... haue been at rich mens ? sith God praiseth him more than he dooth other men . Jack Upland . Imputed to Chaucer . Yea , and many enioyne penace to geue a certayne for to haue so many Masses sayde , and desire to prouide a chappellayne ...
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Page 180 - But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 116 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Page 16 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 60 - Goneril! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. [I fear your disposition. That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself." She that herself will sliver* and disbranch From her material' sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use.
Page 301 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Page 232 - ... his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen.
Page 323 - And the accomplishment of them lies not but in a power above man's to promise; but that none hath by more studious ways endeavoured, and with more unwearied spirit that none shall, that I dare almost aver of myself, as far as life and free leisure will extend...
Page 183 - And, conscious, glancing oft' on every side His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. The gleaners spread around, and here and there, Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick. Be not too narrow, husbandmen ! but fling From the full sheaf, with charitable stealth, The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful, think! How good the God of harvest is to you, Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields...
Page 340 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Page 272 - Let, I pray thee, thy merciful kindness be for my comfort, according to thy word unto thy servant.