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66 Magico Prodigioso." Sc. 3. The nightingale as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making. And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth.— filed under Birds-Nightingale
O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle. C.— filed under Birds-Owl
High erected thoughts seated in a heart of courtesy.— filed under Covetousness
Thy fair hair my heart enchained.— filed under Hair
And thou my minde aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust.— filed under Knowledge
me, O Love. Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.— filed under Knowledge
Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature: delight hath a joy in it either permanent or present; laughter hath only a scornful tickling.— filed under Laughter
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange, one for the other given; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven.— filed under Love
Hath my Heart. They love indeed who quake to say they love.— filed under Love
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face!— filed under Monuments
Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. S. JOHN SHEFFIELD (Duke of Buckinghamshire)-Essay on Poetry. Look in thy heart and write.— filed under Occupations-Authorship
The tip no jewel needs to wear: The tip is jewel of the ear.— filed under Occupations-Jeweler
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell, -that monster callèd Paine.— filed under Pain
Many-headed multitude.— filed under Proverbs
Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeede true friends you are That do not leave your left friend at the wurst, But, as you with my breast, I oft have nurst So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care.— filed under Sighs
Shallow brookes murmur moste, deepe silent slide away.— filed under Silence
Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.— filed under Sleep
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.— filed under Sleep
He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.— filed under Story-Telling
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.— filed under Success
If I could think how these my thoughts to leave, Or thinking still, my thoughts might have good end: If rebel sense would reason's law receive; Or reason foil'd would not in vain contend: Then might I think what thoughts were best to think: Then might I wisely swim, or gladly sink. S.— filed under Thought
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.— filed under Thought
My dear, my better half.— filed under Wife
She is her selfe of best things the collection.— filed under Woman