Not unlike the bear which bringeth forthIn the end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth;But after licking, it in shape she drawes,And by degrees she fashions out the pawes,The head, and neck, and finally doth bringTo a perfect beast that first deformed thing.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasHot and cold, and moist and dry.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasTurning our seed-wheat-kennel tares,To burn-grain thistle, and to vaporie darnel,Cockle, wild oats, rough burs, corn-cumbringTares.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasSoft carpet-knights, all scenting musk and amber.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasNot unlike the bear which bringeth forth In the end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth; But after licking, it in shape she drawes, And by degrees she fashions out the pawes, The head, and neck, and finally doth bring To a perfect beast that first deformed thing.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasThe world's a stage where God's omnipotence,His justice, knowledge, love, and providenceDo act the parts.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasBright-flaming, heat-full fire,The source of motion.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasMuch like the French (or like ourselves, their apes),Who with strange habit do disguise their shapes;Who loving novels, full of affectation,Receive the manners of each other nation.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasFrom north to south, from east to west.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasFor where's the state beneath the firmamentThat doth excel the bees for government?
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasA good turn at need,At first or last, shall be assur'd of meed.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasThere is no theam more plentifull to scanThan is the glorious goodly frame of man.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasOr almost like a spider, who, confin'dIn her web's centre, shakt with every winde,Moves in an instant if the buzzing flieStir but a string of her lawn canapie.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasLiving from hand to mouth.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasDog, ounce, bear, and bull,Wolfe, lion, horse.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasYielding more wholesome food than all the messesThat now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasIn every hedge and ditch both day and nightWe fear our death, of every leafe affright.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasIn the jaws of death.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasWho breaks his faith, no faith is held with him.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasFlesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasOut of the book of Natur's learned brest.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasThere is no Theam more plentiful to scan, Then is the glorious goodly Frame of Man.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasLiving from hand to mouth.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasDid thrust (as now) in others' corn his sickle.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasSoft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasOnly that he may conform To (Tyrant) customs.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasNight's black mantle covers all alike.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasOut of the book of Nature's learned breast.
Guillaume De Salluste Du BartasWho well lives, long lives: for this age of ours Should not be numbered by years, daies and hours.
Guillaume De Salluste Du Bartas