The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 130
... thou know ? Thou know'st thy selfe so little , as thou know'st not , How thou didst die , nor how thou wast begot . Thou neither know'st , how thou at first cam'st in , Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sinne . Nor dost thou , ( ...
... thou know ? Thou know'st thy selfe so little , as thou know'st not , How thou didst die , nor how thou wast begot . Thou neither know'st , how thou at first cam'st in , Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sinne . Nor dost thou , ( ...
الصفحة 345
... thou supply'st : thou vaunt'st , and yet thou vy'st And yet With heav'n ; Fond earth , thou boasts ; false world , thou ly'st . Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales Of endless treasure ; Thy bountie offers easie sales Of lasting pleasure ...
... thou supply'st : thou vaunt'st , and yet thou vy'st And yet With heav'n ; Fond earth , thou boasts ; false world , thou ly'st . Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales Of endless treasure ; Thy bountie offers easie sales Of lasting pleasure ...
الصفحة 346
... thou dot'st : Vain earth , thou ly'st . What mean dull souls , in this high measure To haberdash In earth's base wares ; whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ? The height of ... Thou art my Way ; I wander , if thou 346 FRANCIS QUARLES.
... thou dot'st : Vain earth , thou ly'st . What mean dull souls , in this high measure To haberdash In earth's base wares ; whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ? The height of ... Thou art my Way ; I wander , if thou 346 FRANCIS QUARLES.
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