This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...the place's hight, Then to the ground, in turning of a hand: Now it empaires them by the wauing light, And then extends their lengths, themselues beyond: So Fortune playes 'with kings and worldly states, She tosses, turnes, reares, and precipitates. As one that drinkes more then he can containe, He surfets in excesse, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...the place's hight, Then to the ground, in turning of a hand: Now it empaires them by the wauing light, And then extends their lengths, themselues beyond: So Fortune playes 'with kings and worldly states, She tosses, turnes, reares, and precipitates. As one that drinkes more then he can containe, He surfets in excesse, and duls his tast; And then the fume (spred through his poares and braine) He speakes his secret'st thoughts, and seemes disgrast: His intellectuall powres are so defac't, That (loosing th' office of his feete) he lyes Shamefull, and naked to all sober eyes: So I, in thirst of glorie, rule, and state, Drinking excessiuely, and past my fill, Swinging in lust, and thoughts intemperate, Drunke in ambition and my sensuall will: Was so transparent in my latest date, And all my good, so swallow'd in my ill; That in my staggering pride and shamefull fall, I grew a monster, and a scorne to all. I, that once thought that no man could be blest In moderate kinde of humane blessednes, And in my tyrannous licence did suggest To comprehend (in pompe) all happines: Gaue reignes to lust, and in my will supprest The rule of reason, (man's sole souereignesse) That to the world's doome, still prefer'd mine owne, And pitcht my hopes, no lower then a crowne: I, that did make no conscience to plot, And perpetrate all beastiall cruelty; That harrow'd Earth, and Hell for what I got, As if those tipes would last eternally: In goodnes cold, in mischiefe euer hot, And in my damned tracts of pollicie Had sowne men's harts, and with vnfeeling taints Did dye my hands in innocent blood of saints. I, that could taint soules with corrupted breath, And from their brest roote faith and pietie, Steeling their spirits for acts of closest death, And suck the hart of their abiliti...
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Add this copy of The Complete Poems of Christopher Brooke for the First to cart. $49.33, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2012 by Nabu Press.
