Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
I thank you for your wish, and am well pleas'd
To wish it back on you.
PLeas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind, And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths,
That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs,
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,
If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride
And will create thee Emperess of Rome.
To be resigned when ills betide, Patient when favours are deni'd, And pleas'd with favours given, Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part This is that incense of the heart Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad Silence accompany'd for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale She all night long her amorous descant sung Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
They please, are pleas'd they give to get esteem, Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear
Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier.
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