Fugitive Tracts Written in Verse which Illustrate the Condition of Religious and Political Feeling in England: And the State of Society There During Two Centuries, Volume 2William Carew Hazlitt Chiswick Press] Printed for Private Circulation, 1875 |
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Page 16 - Drinks up the sea, and when he's done, The moon and stars drink up the sun. They drink and dance by their own light, They drink and revel all the night. Nothing in Nature's sober found, But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I : Why, man of morals, tell me why 1 BEAUTY.
Page 16 - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup.
Page 16 - Prophefies, how farre they are fulfilled, and what part remains yet unfulfilled, concerning the late King, and Kingly Government, and the Armies and people of ENGLAND. And particularly White-Hall, and other wonderfull Predictions.
Page 16 - THE NEW WIFE OF BEATH much better reformed, enlarged, and corrected, than it was formerly in the old uncorrect copy. With the addition of many other things. 12mo. Glasgow, 1700. In black-letter. According to the address to the reader, this is the second edition of this very popular poem, of which so many copies were circulated.
Page 28 - Looking-Glasse of the World, Or, The Plundred man in Ireland. His voyage, his observation of the Beasts of the Field, of the Fishes of the Sea, of the Fowls of the Aire, of the severall Professions of Men, &c.
Page cxv - ... spite of all thy Poysons, I am faire : " Now in God's eyes, Women by me Beware." Then follow some verses descriptive of Mrs. Turner and Lady Pride. Printed for John Trundle. The whole contained in a large oval border of very rude ornamentation. 144. Mistres Turner's Repentance, Who, about the poysoning of that Ho: Knight Sir Thomas Overbury, Was executed the fourteenth day of November last. A long poem descriptive of her conduct at her execution, by TB Printed at London, for Henry Gosson and...
Page 28 - The Commons Petition of Long Afflicted England, to the Chiefe Chancellor of Heaven, and onely Ivdge of Earth. With His Gracious answere thereto.
Page 16 - I now have liv'd to see the day, Wherein a fig-man beares such sway, that knights dare scarce sit by him; Yea, I have liv'd to see the houre, In which a clothier hath such power, that lords are glad to buy him. Thus doe the froth of all the earth, A spawne sprung from a dunghill birth, now prince it in our land: A people come the Lord knowes how, Both fame and nameless till just now, must every one...
Page 28 - Humphrey. The Prophecy of Hvmphrey Tindal, Vicar of Wellenger, shewing the Downfall of the Clergy, and the woefull and miserable Condition of this Kingdome, with some other remarkable Passages.
Page 16 - I'll lay my life, No peace the saints will get within, It is your trade for to be flyting, Still in a fever as one raves, No marvel though you wives be biting-, Your tongues are made of aspen leaves. Thomas, quoth she, let be your taunts, You play the pick-thank I perceive, Tho...