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. 1868 Excerpt: ... his forrowes, his affrightings; His late wiiht had-1-wifls, remorcefull bitings: His many tortures, his heart-renting paine: How were his griefes compofed in one chaine, And he by it let downe into the Seas, Or th'row the Center to thJ Antipodes? He might change Climates, or be barr'd Heauens face; Yet finde no falue, ...
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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. 1868 Excerpt: ... his forrowes, his affrightings; His late wiiht had-1-wifls, remorcefull bitings: His many tortures, his heart-renting paine: How were his griefes compofed in one chaine, And he by it let downe into the Seas, Or th'row the Center to thJ Antipodes? He might change Climates, or be barr'd Heauens face; Yet finde no falue, nor euer change his cafe. Feares, forrowes, tortures, fad affrights, nor any, Like to the Confcience fting, though thrice as many; Yet all thefe torments by the Swaine were borne. Whilft Deaths grim vifage lay vpon the ftorme. But as when fome kinde Nurfe doth long time keep Her pretty babe at fucke, whom falne afleepe She layes downe in his Cradle, ftints his cry With many a fweet and pleafing Lullaby; Whilft the fweet childe, not troubled with the ihock, As fweetly ilumbers, as his Nurfe doth rocke: So lay the Maid, th'amazed Swaine fate weeping, And death in her was difpoiTeft by fleeping. The roaring voyce of winds, the billowes raues; Nor all the muttring of the fullen waues Could once difquiet, or her flumber ftirre: But lull'd her more afleepe then wakened her. Such are their ftates, whofe foules from foule offence Enthroned fit in fpotlefle Innocence. Where reft my M ufe; till (iolly Shepheards Swaines) Next morne with Pearles of dew bedecks our plaines Wee'll fold our flockes, then in fit time goe on To tune mine Oaten pipe for Doridon. Jow had the Sume, in golden chariot hurl'd, Twice bid good-morrow to the nether world: And Cynthia, in her orbe and perfect round, Twice view'd the ihadowes of the vpper ground. Twice had the Day-flarre viher'd forth the light; And twice the Euening-flarre proclaim'd the night; Ere once the fweet-fac'd Boy (now all forlorne) Came with his Pipe to refalute the Morne. When grac'd by time (vnhappy time t...
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