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in their very gesture: they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: A notable passion of wonder appeared in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance* were joy, or sorrow: but in the extremity of the one, it must 'needs be.
What was he, that did make it?-See, my lord, Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those Did verily bear blood?
Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in'tt,
As we are mock'd with art.
There is an air comes from her; What fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her.
A WIDOW COMPARED TO A TURTLE.
I, an old turtle,
Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.
The thing imported.
ti. e. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion in it. + As if.
Good den*, sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fellow ;-
For your conversion. Now your traveller,—
* Good evening.
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
DESCRIPTION OF ENGLAND.
That pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
DESCRIPTION OF AN ENGLISH ARMY.
His marches are expedient* to this town,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,-
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, * Immediate, expeditious. The Goddess of Revenge.
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence: For courage mounteth with occasion.
What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath?
DESCRIPTION OF VICTORY BY THE FRENCH.
You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground: Many a widow's husband groveling lies, Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; And victory, with little loss, doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French; Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, To enter conquerors.
VICTORY DESCRIBED BY THE ENGLISH.
Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells; King John, your king and England's doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day!
Their armours, that march'd hence so silver bright, Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
There stuck no plume in any English crest,
Our colours do return in those same hands
A COMPLETE LADY.
If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous* love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?
POWERFUL EFFECTS OF SELF-INTEREST.
Rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil;
But the word maid,-cheats the poor maid of that;
The world, who of itself is peised§ well,