The Complete Works of Thomas Lodge 1580-1623? Now First Collected...: Wits, miserie, and the worlds madnesse, 1596. A looking glasse, for London and Englande, 1598. A treatise of the plague, 1603. The poore mans talentt 1623? Miscellaneous pieces. Glossary

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Сторінка 68 - Lord do frowne ; 1 set a looking glasse before thine eyes. O turne, O turne, with weeping to the Lord, And thinke the praiers and vertues of thy Queene Defers the plague which otherwise would fall...
Сторінка 44 - A loue-nest for the great Assirian King, Blushing I tell thee, faire Cilician Prince, None but thy selfe can merit such a grace.
Сторінка 50 - Then may I count my selfe I thinke a tall man, that am able to kill a diuell. Now who dare deale with me in the parish, or what wench in Niniuie will not loue me, when they say, there goes he that beate the diuell.
Сторінка 59 - You mountaines shroud me from the God of truth. Mee-thinkes I see him sit to iudge the earth. See how he blots me out of the booke of life. Oh burthen more then Atna that I beare. Couer me hilles, and shroude me from the Lord (11.
Сторінка 18 - And strait she fell into a traunce, And crying, thus concluded: Ah ! wanton boy, like to the bee, Thou with a kisse hath wounded mec, And haplesse Loue included.
Сторінка 31 - Ah little boy, how glad thy mother would Supply thy wants, but naked need denies ! Thy father's slender portion in this world, By usury, and false deceit, is lost : No charity within this city bides ; All for themselves, and none to help the poor.
Сторінка 90 - ... burns sack with a candle, and hath all the feats of a lord of misrule in the countrie : feed him in his humor, you...
Сторінка 46 - Ah feeble eyes lift up and looke on him. (She riseth äs out of a trance.; Is Rasni here? then droupe no more poore heart: O how I fainted when I wanted thee? (Embrace him.) How faine am I, now I may looke on thee? How glorious is my Rasni? how divine? Eunukes play hymnes, to prayse bis deitie.
Сторінка 20 - Truly, master judge, he is a man much spoken of; marry, every man's cries are against him, and especially we; and therefore I think we have brought our lawyer to touch him with as much law as will fetch his lands and my cow with a pestilence.
Сторінка 45 - ... would I kisse my loue at euery becke. (Kisse.) Thus would I sigh to see thee sweetly sleepe, And if thou wakent not soone, thus would I weepe.

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