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And over them triumphant Death his dart
Book xi. Line 491.
The world was all before them, where to choose
Book xii. Line 646.
Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise.
Book iii. Line 56. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Book iv. Line 240.
Thence to the famous orators repair,
As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
Book iv. Line 330.
And silent as the moon,
Ran on imbattled armies clad in iron.
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men.
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
He's gone, and who knows how he may report
For evil news rides post, while good news bates.
Tame villatic fowl.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,
That golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
Midnight shout and revelry,
A thousand fantasies
Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul,
Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
Virtue could see to do what virtue would
He that has light within his own clear breast
The unsunned heaps Of miser's treasure.
So dear to heaven is saintly chastity,
How charming is divine philosophy!
I was all ear,
If this fail,
What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,
Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,
His rod reversed, And backward mutters of dissevering power. Line 816.
But now my task is smoothly done,
I come to pluck your berries, harsh and crude,
* As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute.
Love's Labour's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3.
Without the meed of some melodious tear.
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
The pilot of the Galilean lake.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed,
To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Line 193.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.