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From Of Reformation Touching Church Discipline in England
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Ah, Constantine, of how much ill was Cause, Not thy Conversion, but those rich Domains That the first wealthy Pope received of thee. xxxxxxxxxxx(Dante, Inferno XIX, 115-17) Founded in chaste and humble Poverty, ’Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy Horn, Impudent Whore, where hast thou placed thy Hope? In thy Adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth? Another Constantine comes not in haste. xxxxxxxxxxx(Petrarch, Sonnet 138) Then past he to a flow’ry Mountain green, Which once smelled sweet, now stinks as odiously; This was that Gift (if you the Truth will have) That Constantine to good Sylvestro gave. xxxxxxxxxxx(Orlando Furioso XXXIX, 80) |
From An Apology for Smectymnuus
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xxxxxxx—laughing to teach the Truth What hinders? As some teachers give to Boys Junkets and Knacks, that they may learn apace. xxxxxxxxxxx(Horace, Satires I, i, 25-27) xxxxxxx—Jesting decides great Things Stronglier, and better oft than earnest can. xxxxxxxxxxx(Horace, Satires I, x, 14-15) ’Tis you that say it, not I: you do the Deeds, And your ungodly Deeds find me the Words. xxxxxxxxxxx(Sophocles, Electra, 624-25) |
From Tetrachordon
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Whom do we count a good man, whom but he Who keeps the laws and statutes of the Senate, Who judges in great suits and controversies, Whose witness and opinion wins the cause? But his own house, and the whole neighborhood See his foul inside through his whited skin. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx(Horace, Epistle I, xvi, 40) |
From The History of Britain
Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country of Leogecia.
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Goddess of Shades, and Huntress, who at will Walk’st on the rolling Sphere, and through the deep, On thy third Reign, the Earth, look now, and tell What Land, what Seat of rest thou bidst me seek, What certain Seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with Temples vowed, and Virgin choirs. |
To whom sleeping before the altar, Diana in a Vision that night thus answered.
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Brutus, far to the West in the Ocean wide Beyond the realm of Gaul a Land there lies, Sea-girt it lies, where Giants dwelt of old, Now void, it fits thy People; thither bend Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat, There to thy Sons another Troy shall rise, And Kings be born of thee, whose dreaded might Shall awe the World and conquer Nations bold. |
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