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Страница 413 - Who in their greatest cost Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust. And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Страница 410 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Страница 410 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending. Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie.
Страница 414 - Tell fortune of her blindness, Tell nature of decay, Tell friendship of unkindness, Tell justice of delay : And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie.
Страница 415 - Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, — Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, — Stab at thee he that will, No stab the soul can kill.
Страница 287 - My Love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her : For every season she hath dressings fit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone.
Страница 286 - Were you the earth, dear love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes, Till heaven waxed blind, and till the world were done.
Страница 411 - In tickle points of niceness; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness: And when they do reply, Straight give them both the lie. "Tell physic of her boldness; Tell skill it is pretension; Tell charity of coldness; Tell law it is contention...
Страница 284 - By absence this good means I gain, That I can catch her, Where none can watch her, In some close corner of my brain; There I embrace and kiss her, And so I both enjoy and miss her.