Quotes
Quotes - Bartas
Which serves for cynosure
To all that sail upon the sea obscure.
Yielding more wholesome food than all the messes
That now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.
Turning our seed-wheat-kennel tares,
To burn-grain thistle, and to vaporie darnel,
Cockle, wild oats, rough burs, corn-cumbring
Tares.
In every hedge and ditch both day and night
We fear our death, of every leafe affright.
Dog, ounce, bear, and bull,
Wolfe, lion, horse.
Apoplexie and lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
Living from hand to mouth.
In the jaws of death.
Did thrust as now in others' corn his sickle.
Will change the pebbles of our puddly thought
To orient pearls.
Soft carpet-knights, all scenting musk and amber.
The will for deed I doe accept.
Only that he may conform
To tyrant custom.
Sweet grave aspect.
Who breaks his faith, no faith is held with him.
Who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours
Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours.
My lovely living boy,
My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.
Out of the book of Natur's learned brest.
Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
Through thick and thin, both over hill and plain.
Weakened and wasted to skin and bone.
I take the world to be but as a stage,
Where net-maskt men do play their personage.
Made no more bones.
My lovely living Boy, My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
