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"O Mightie Lorde to whome all vengeaunce doth belonge"
"These my lord be good warnings to all those that be professors of the true religion to take heed in time [...] seeing it to fall out as we do, we are to look more narrowly to our present estate. We cannot but stand in no small danger except there be a full concurrence together of all such as mean faithfully to continue such as they profess."
"So good a medycyne I have alway found exersise with the open good ayre as yt hath ever byn my best remedye ageynst those dellycate deceases gotten about yor deynty cytty of London, which place but for necessyty Lord he knoweth how sorrey I am to se yor Majesty remayne [...] Yf when season shall serve yor good determynacion may hold to spend some tyme abroade to finde the difference about and furder of from London, hit shalbe wel begonne now, but I wold God hit had byn long before put in profe, God graunt now that yow may finde much good therof, as yet for yor tyme heareafter yow may reape the benefytt of good contynuance of yor desired health. You se swette Lady with howe weighty matters I trowble yow withal."
"For you must think hit ys some marvelous cause [...] that forceth me thus to be cause almost of the ruyne of my none [own] howse; for ther ys no lykelyhoode that any of our boddyes of menkind lyke to have ayres; my brother you se long maryed and not lykke to have Children, yet resteth so now in myself, and yet such occasions ys ther [...] as yf I shuld marry I am seure never to have favor of them that I had rather yet never have wyfe than lose them, yet ys ther nothing in the world next that favor that I wold not gyve to be in hope of leaving some childern behind me, being nowe the last of our howse."
"As for me to be thought an enemye so sone to God's Church, I dare thus farr vaunt of my self, and the rather being a just and good cause I may well doe it: that there is no man I knowe in this realme [...] that hath shewed a better minde to the furthering of true religion then I have done, even from the first day of her Majestie's reigne to this [...] I take Almighty God to my record, I never altered my mind or thought from my youth touching my religion, and yow know I was ever from my cradle brought up in it."
"I stand on the topp of the hill, where I knowe the smallest slipp semeth a fall."
"Outwardly there is some appearance of good liking, for the messengers are very well used and her Majesty's self doth seem to us all that she will marry if she may like the person and if the person adventure without condition or assurance to come. If she then like him, it is like she will have him. [...] As for my own opinion, if I should speak according to former disposition, I should hardly believe it will take place."
"The more I love her, the more fearful am I to see such dangerous ways taken. God of his mercy help all, and give us all here about her grace to discharge our duties; for never was there more need, nor never stood this Crown in like peril. God must now uphold the Queen by miracle: ordinary helps are past cure."
"I doe assure your lordship since Queen Mary's time the papists were never in that jollity they be at present in this country."
"I call to minde the good and assured affectyoune that somtyme was betwene your brother the Laird of Lyddington and me, whome I protest I loved as derely as ever I loved man not born in England, and not many in England better."
"I most humbly besech your majeste to pardon your poore old servant to be this bold in sending to know how my gratious lady doth and what ease of her late paine she findes, being the chefest thinge in the world I doe prey for & for hir to have good health and longe lyfe/ for my none poore case, I contyndue still your meddycyn and finde yt amended much better than with any other thinge that hath byn given me. Thus hoping to finde perfect cure at the bath, with the contynduance of my wontyd preyer for your majesty’s most happy preservacion. I humbly kyss your foote. From your old lodging at Rycott this Thursday morning reddy to take on my Journey."
"In the afternoon we were in a barge, watching the games on the river. The Queen was alone with Lord Robert and myself on the poop when they began to talk nonsense, and went so far, that Lord Robert at last said, as I was on the spot, there was no reason why they should not be married, if the Queen pleased."
"What should Cicero the Senator use persuasions to Captain Catiline and his crew that quietness and order were better than hurley-burlies? Is it possible that our aspirers will ever permit any such thing, cause, or matter to be treated in our state as may tend to the stability of her Majesty’s present government? No, surely, it standeth nothing with their wisdom or policy, especially at this instant, when they have such opportunity of following their own actions in her Majesty’s name under the vizard and pretext of her defense and safety; having sowed in every man’s head so many imaginations of the dangers present both abroad and at home, from Scotland, Flanders, Spain, and Ireland, so many conspiracies, so many intended murders, and others so many contrived or conceived mischiefs as my Lord of Leicester assureth himself that the troubled water can not be cleared again in short space, nor his baits and lines laid therein easily espied, but rather that hereby ere long he will catch the fish he gapeth so greedily after, and in the meantime, for the pursuit of these crimes and other that daily he will find out, himself must remain perpetual dictator."
"Here lies the noble warrior that never blunted sword; Here lies the noble courtier that never kept his word; Here lies his excellency that governed all the state; Here lies the L. of Leicester that all the world did hate."
"My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of paine, My Crop of corne is but a field of tares, And al my good is but vaine hope of gaine. The day is past, and yet I saw no sunne, And now I live, and now my life is done.My tale was heard, and yet it was not told, My fruite is falne, & yet my leaves are greene: My youth is spent, and yet I am not old, I saw the world, and yet I was not seene. My thred is cut, and yet it is not spunne, And now I live, and now my life is done.I sought my death, and found it in my wombe, I lookt for life, and saw it was a shade: I trod the earth, and knew it was my Tombe, And now I die, and now I was but made. My glasse is full, and now my glasse is runne, And now I live, and now my life is done."
"What one art thou, thus in torn weed yclad? "Virtue, in price whom ancient sages had." Why poorly 'rayed? "For fading goods past care." Why double-faced? "I mark each fortune's fare." This bridle, what? "Mind's rages to restrain." Tools why bear you? "I love to take great pain." Why wings? "I teach above the stars to fly." Why tread you death? "I only cannot die.""
"What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see, What dear delight the blooms to bees, my true love is to me! As fresh and lusty Ver foul Winter doth exceed— As morning bright, with scarlet sky, doth pass the evening’s weed— As mellow pears above the crabs esteemèd be— So doth my love surmount them all, whom yet I hap to see!"
"For many blessèd gifts, O happy, happy land! Where Mars and Pallas strive to make their glory most to stand! Yet, land, more is thy bliss that, in this cruel age, A Venus’ imp thou hast brought forth, so steadfast and so sage."
"Among the Muses Nine a tenth if Jove would make, And to the Graces Three a fourth, her would Apollo take."
"Let some for honour hunt, and hoard the massy gold: With her so I may live and die, my weal cannot be told."
"A thousand doltish geese we might have spared, A thousand witless heads death might have found, A taken them for whom no man had cared, And laid them low in deep oblivious ground: But fortune favors fool, as old men say, And lets them live, and takes the wise away."
"My Girle, thou gazest much vpon the golden Skies: Would I were Heauen, I would behold thée then with all mine eies."
"Discharge thy dole, Thou subtile soule, It standes in little stéede To cursse the kisse That causer is Thy chirrie lip doth bléede. Thy bloud ascends To make amends For domage thou hast donne: For by the same I felt a flame More scorching than the Sunne. Thou reftst my harte By secret Arte, My sprites were quite subdude: My Senses fled And I was ded, Thy lippes were scarce imbrude. The kisse was thine, The hurt was mine, My hart felt all the paine: Twas it that bled And lookte so red, I tell thée once againe. But if you long To wreake your wrong Vpon your friendly fo: Come kisse againe And put to paine The man that hurt you so."
"ALPHEUS: Bring water foorth, and bind with filets soft there altars round Burne vervine fat and full of juice, and frankincense the best, That I may try to turne away the right wits of my husband With sacrifices magical! of witchcraft and inchantment. Nothing is wanting now but charms which woonders great do worke O you my charms bring Daphnis from the town, bring Daphnis home. Charms able are from heaven high to fetch the moone adowne, With charms did Circe turne and change Ulisses fellowes shapes With charming is the snake so cold in medowes burst to peeces: O you my charms bring Daphnis from the town, bring Daphnis home. I twist for thee even first of all these threeds in number three, In colour threefold differing, and thrise about these altars I draw thy lively counterfet: God joies in number od: O you my charms bring Daphnis from the town, bring Daphnis home."
"Darke is the day, when Phœbus face is shrowded, And weaker sights may wander soone astray: But when they see his glorious raies unclowded, With steddy steps they keepe the perfect way: So while this Muse in forraine landes doth stay, Invention weepes, and pens are cast aside, The time, like night, depriv’d of chearefull day, And few do write, but ah! too soone may slide. Then, hie thee home, that art our perfect guide, And with thy wit illustrate Englands fame, Dawnting thereby our neighboures auncient pride, That do for poesie challendge cheefest name. So we that live, and ages that succeede, With great applause thy learned works shall reede.Ah! Colin, whether on the lowly plaine, Pyping to shepherds thy sweete roundelaies, Or whether singing, in some lofty vaine, Heroick deedes of past or present daies, Or whether in thy lovely mistris praise Thou list to exercise thy learned quill, Thy Muse hath got such grace, and power to please, With rare invention, bewtified by skill, As who therein can ever joy their fill? O therefore let that happy Muse proceede To clime the height of Vertues sacred hill, Where endles honor shall be made thy meede: Because no malice of succeeding daies Can rase those records of thy lasting praise."
"Had with mooming the gods left their willes undon, They had not so soone herited such a soule: Or if the mouth Tyme did not glotten up all, Nor I, nor the world, were depriv'd of my sonne. Whose brest Venus, with a face dolefull and milde, Dooth wash with golden teares, inveying the skies; And when the water of the goddesses eyes Makes almost alive the marble of my childe; One byds her leave styll her dollor so extreme, Telling her — it is not her young sonne Papheme! To which she makes aunswer with a voice inflamed (Feeling therewith her venime to be more bitter) "As I was of Cupid, even so of it, mother; And a woman's last chylde is the most beloved.""