I am young, but something
You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
To appease an angry god.
I am young, but something
You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
To appease an angry god.
The gods do this in shame of cowardice.
Piety and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries
And let confusion live.
He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
Is that we scarce are men, and you are gods.
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
God comfort him in this necessity!
There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
His humble ambition, proud humility,
His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms
That blinking Cupid gossips.
Ay, God Almighty help me!
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
God hath blessed you with a good name to be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.
True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death!
Against my soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field Are you a god would you create me new.
Ay, I praise God; and I have merited some love at his
hands.
God shall be my hope, My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy.
And of all Christian souls, I pray God.
Whenever Buckingham
doth turn his hate
Upon your Grace, but with all duteous love
Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
He dies, and makes no sign: O God, forgive him!
O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
A politician is one that would circumvent God.
Ay, sir, I thank God.
Now, if these men have defeated the law
and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men they
have no wings to fly from God: war is His beadle, war is His
vengeance; so that here men are punish'd for before-breach of the
King's laws in now the King's quarrel.
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
That I may live and say 'The dog is dead.
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.
Both to defend my loyalty and truth
To God, my King, and my succeeding issue,
Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me;
And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,
To prove him, in defending of myself,
A traitor to my God, my King, and me.
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In Mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she made
(Unless things mortal move them not at all)
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
And passion in the gods.
Well, Gods above all and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow;
"O thou clear god, and patron of all light,
From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother,
May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.
For love of God, forbear him!
Now, God delay our rebellion!
You are abus'd
Beyond the mark of thought, and the high gods,
To do you justice, make their ministers
Of us and those that love you.
Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.
Gods, what lies I have
heard!
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
God shall mend my soul!
Write down that they hope they serve God; and write God first,
for God defend but God should go before such villains!
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