Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ, Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle : This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This fortress, built by Nature for herself, Dear for her reputation through the world. 17-ii. 1. The natural bravery of your isle; which stands With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, But suck them up to the top-mast. conquest A kind of Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag Of, came, and saw, and overcame: with shame (The first that ever touch'd him), he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, (Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas, Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks: For joy whereof, The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point (0, giglota fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword, Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, And Britons strut with courage. 31-iii. 1. 8. England, its greatness. That pale, that white-faced shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, 16-ii. i. 9. The same. I' the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, 31-iii. 4. But when it first did help to wound itself. And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. 16-v. 7. It was always yet the trick of our English nation if they have a good thing, to make it too common. 13. The English, courageous. Our countrymen 19-i. 2. Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæsar b England is generally said to have been called Albion, from the white cliffs facing France, but it is more reasonable to suppose that Albion is derived from its aboriginal or Celtic name of Alwion, which signifies the country of Gwion, the deity most revered by the natives in the earliest times. Smiled at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline (Now mingled with their courages) will make known To their approvers, they are people, such That mend upon the world. O noble English, that could entertain 31-ii. 4. With half their forces the full pride of France; All out of work, and cold for action! And you, good yeomen, 20-i. 2. Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here, That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, 20-iii. 1. 1-i. 2. Our fathers' minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance shew us womanish. 29—i. 3. Shall we, upon the footing of our land, Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive? Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, 16-v. 1. 26-v. 3. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Sundry blessings hang about his throne, 22. Kings not to be tyrants. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; 23-iii. 1. 15-iv. 3. As are our wretches, fetter'd in our prisons. 20—i. 2. 23. King-becoming graces. The king-becoming graces, Are justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier of a servant brow. The presence of a king engenders love 15-iv. 3. 18-i. 3. 21-iii. 1. Never was monarch better fear'd and loved, Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, a subject, That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government. 20-ii. 2. Let not the world see fear, and blank distrust, 16-v. 1. L L A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, They do abuse the king that flatter him: 17-ii. 1. To which that breath gives heat and stronger glowing; Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. 33-i. 2. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread, The strawberry grows underneath the nettle; O hard condition! twin-born with greatness, Subjected to the breath of every fool, Poems. 20-i. 1. Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, |