The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham: In Two Volumes, Volume 1T. Wotton, 1740 - 368 pages |
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... Hands do'st bear That Iron Scepter which poor Mortals fear ; Who , wanting Eyes thyfelf , refpecteft none , And neither ... Hand ! • O thou , who ev'ry Eye that fees the Light B 3 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . 5 And Tapers, of a pitchy Subftance ...
... Hands do'st bear That Iron Scepter which poor Mortals fear ; Who , wanting Eyes thyfelf , refpecteft none , And neither ... Hand ! • O thou , who ev'ry Eye that fees the Light B 3 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . 5 And Tapers, of a pitchy Subftance ...
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... Hands fuftain'd me in my Ev'n Tears of Pity waited on my Moan , Chains : And tender Looks were caft on me alone . My Hopes and Dangers were less mine than hers , Those fill'd her Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our Hearts ...
... Hands fuftain'd me in my Ev'n Tears of Pity waited on my Moan , Chains : And tender Looks were caft on me alone . My Hopes and Dangers were less mine than hers , Those fill'd her Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our Hearts ...
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... both Kings and Kingdoms bend , And no Beginning is without an End . A Sacrifice to Time , Fate dooms us all , And at the Tyrant's Feet we daily fall : > 4 Time , whose bold Hand will bring alike Time , THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . II As pure, ...
... both Kings and Kingdoms bend , And no Beginning is without an End . A Sacrifice to Time , Fate dooms us all , And at the Tyrant's Feet we daily fall : > 4 Time , whose bold Hand will bring alike Time , THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . II As pure, ...
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In Two Volumes John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham. > 4 Time , whose bold Hand will bring alike to Duft Mankind , and Temples too in which they trust . Her wafted Spirits now begin to faint , Yet Patience ties her Tongue from all Complaint ...
In Two Volumes John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham. > 4 Time , whose bold Hand will bring alike to Duft Mankind , and Temples too in which they trust . Her wafted Spirits now begin to faint , Yet Patience ties her Tongue from all Complaint ...
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... Hand , And with these Words I fcarce could understand , Her Paflion in a dying Voice express'd Half , and her Sighs , alas ! made out the rest , ' Tis paft ; this Pang Nature gives o'er the Strife ; Thou must thy Mistress lofe , and I ...
... Hand , And with these Words I fcarce could understand , Her Paflion in a dying Voice express'd Half , and her Sighs , alas ! made out the rest , ' Tis paft ; this Pang Nature gives o'er the Strife ; Thou must thy Mistress lofe , and I ...
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Page 257 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 207 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 257 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 207 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 205 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Page 206 - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Page 205 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Page 259 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 81 - Love secretly: the absence of my lord More freedom gives, but does not all afford: Long is his journey, long will be his stay; Call'd by affairs of consequence away.
Page 259 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.