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Pàgina xxxiii - Complaint and those other serious poems said to be father Southwell's ; the English whereof, as it is most proper, so the sharpness and light of wit is very rare in them.
Pàgina 156 - And many of my mates are gone, My youngers daily drop away, And can I think to scape alone? No, no, I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
Pàgina xciii - That Southwell was hanged ; yet so he had written that piece of his, the Burning Babe, he would have been content to destroy many of his.
Pàgina 70 - Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, man's most desired light, To love him life, to leave him death, to live in him delight. He mine by gift, I his by debt, thus each to other due. First friend he was, best friend he is, all times will try him true.
Pàgina lxiv - The next morning early, he was called out to the combat, aad, as we have seen above, gained a glorious victory. ' Mr. Southwell's execution is mentioned by Mr. Stow in his Chronicle : "February 20 (1594-5...
Pàgina lxxvi - ... seeing that it never gave you but an unhappy welcome, a hurtful entertainment, and now doth abandon you with an unfortunate farewell. You have long sowed in a field of flint which could bring you nothing forth but a crop of cares and afflictions of spirit, rewarding your labours with remorse, and for your pains repaying you with eternal damages.
Pàgina lviii - ... words of the apostle, Rom. xiv. Whether we live, we live to the Lord, or whether we die, we die to the Lord : therefore, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. Here the sheriff would have interrupted him, but he begged leave that he might go on, assuring him, that he would utter nothing that should give offence. Then he spoke as follows : ' I am come to this place to finish my course, and to pass out of this miserable life ; and I beg of my Lord Jesus Christ, in whose most precious passion...
Pàgina 155 - BEFORE my face the picture hangs, That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs, That shortly I am like to find : But yet, alas! full little I Do think hereon, that I must die.