Elizabethan Narrative VerseNigel Alexander Edward Arnold, 1967 - 338 pagina's |
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Pagina 203
... sinne is that , which vengaunce craves ; If wicked lust no sinne we thinke ? O blind conceites ! O filthy breath ! That drawes us headlong to our death . If death be due to every sinne , How can I then be too precise ? Where pleasures ...
... sinne is that , which vengaunce craves ; If wicked lust no sinne we thinke ? O blind conceites ! O filthy breath ! That drawes us headlong to our death . If death be due to every sinne , How can I then be too precise ? Where pleasures ...
Pagina 225
... sinne : Till world and pleasure made me partialize , And glittering pompe my vanitie did winne ; When to excuse my fault my lusts beginne , And impious thoughts alledg'd this wanton clause , That though I sinn'd , my sinne had honest ...
... sinne : Till world and pleasure made me partialize , And glittering pompe my vanitie did winne ; When to excuse my fault my lusts beginne , And impious thoughts alledg'd this wanton clause , That though I sinn'd , my sinne had honest ...
Pagina 267
... Sinne his Master ? he shall master sinne : Too hardy soule , with sinne the field to trie : The onely way to conquer , was to flie , That is as sufficient to satisfie , as Man was impotent . But thus long death hath liv'd , and now ...
... Sinne his Master ? he shall master sinne : Too hardy soule , with sinne the field to trie : The onely way to conquer , was to flie , That is as sufficient to satisfie , as Man was impotent . But thus long death hath liv'd , and now ...
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Introduction I | 1 |
The Fable of Ovid treting of Narcissus 1560 | 27 |
Scillaes Metamorphosis 1589 | 33 |
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