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Thy Will for Deed I do accept.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Apoplexic, and Lethargie, As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Squinting upon the lustre Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre; And, snuffing with a wrythed nose the Amber, The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the chamber.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

God quickened in the Sea and in the Rivers, So many fishes of so many features, That in the waters we may see all Creatures; Even all that on the earth is to be found, As if the world were in deep waters drowned.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer, Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer-I neer my Deer; Then stooping thence (seeming her fall to rew) Adieu (she saith) adieu, deer Deer, adieu.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut Some cureless limb, before in use he put His violent Engins on the vicious member, Bringeth his Patient in a senseless slumber, And grief-less then (guided by use and art), To save the whole, sawes off th' infected part. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

One doctor, singly like the sculler plies, The patient struggles, and by inches dies; But two physicians, like a pair of oars, Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Night's black Mantle covers all alike. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Living from hand to mouth.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

One must be poor to know the luxury of living.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

With tooth and nail.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Through thick and thin, both over Hill and Plain.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Made no more bones.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

As leopard feels at home with leopard.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde, Moves in an instant, if the buzzing Flie Stir but a string of her Lawn Canopie. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

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