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The bee goes out, and honey home doth bring, And some who seek that honey find a sting. Now would'st thou have the honey, and be free From stinging, in the first place kill the bee. Comparison. This bee an emblem truly is of sin, Whose sweet, unto a many, death hath been. Now would'st have sweet from sin and yet not die, Do thou it, in the first place, mortify.
A buzz of indignation broke out, a rough hand was laid upon him and a voice exclaimed "Up, thou mannerless clown! would'st sit in the presence of the King?" The disturbance attracted his Majesty's attention, who stretched forth his hand and cried out "Touch him not, it is his right!" The throng fell back, stupefied. The King went on
Gelsomina arose, and, though bewildered by the tale of her cousin, and her own previous impressions, she stood resembling a meek statue of modesty, awaiting his approach. The Neapolitan was evidently struck by her beauty, and the simplicity of her air, but his brow was fixed, like that of a man who had steeled his feelings against deceit. "Thou would'st see me?" he said.
"Which means that thou would'st have been glad to do it. Thou hast a good reason for thy regrets, since a gayer marriage of the sea, or a braver regatta, has not been witnessed in Venice since thou wast born. But the first was to be seen from thy window?" "I saw the galley of state sweeping towards the Lido, and the train of patricians on its deck; but little else." "No matter.
The eye of the Bravo threw a quick, uneasy, suspicious glance at his companion, and then averted its look with haste. "He called thee Jacopo!" continued the girl. "Men often have glimpses of their fate, by the kindness of their patrons." "Would'st thou say, Carlo, that thy father suspects the senate will employ the monster he named?" "Why not? they have employed worse men.
"How vile is he that would, with lying tongue, smirch the spotless honour of any maid. And, as to Helen, I do name thee liar! liar!" "Would'st quarrel with me in matter so unworthy?" "Enough!" quoth Fidelis, "unworthy art thou to take her name within thy lips enough!" So saying Sir Fidelis stepped back a pace and drew his sword.
"An thou would'st chop it with this cleaver thou wert a good fellow," continued the cook, as, having got the beast upon the bench, he surveyed its goodly proportions, and handed the cleaver to his newly-found helpmate. "Nay, I am no butcher, I am but a woodsman, and should cut it wrong, I fear," returned Manners, as he laid the chopper down. "Were it a tree "
Nay, let be I ride easily thus." "Art angered with me, Fidelis?" "Nay, lord, I do but pity thee!" "And wherefore?" "For thy so great loneliness in all thy world is none but Beltane, and he is very woeful and dreameth ever of his wrongs " "Would'st call me selfish again, forsooth?" "Nay, lord a martyr.
The pilgrim, who was enveloped in a tattered coat, sprinkled with cockle-shells, who wore his beard, and was altogether a disgusting picture of human depravity, rendered still more revolting by an ill-concealed hypocrisy, laughed openly and recklessly at the remark. "Thou art a follower of Calvin, master," he replied, "or thou would'st not have said this. My own failings give me little trouble.
And weep'st thou, Laura? be thy tears forbid; Would'st thou my lot, life's dreariest years amid, Protract and doom? Hear the dull frozen heart condemn the flame That as from heaven to youth's blithe bosom came; And see the blind eyes loathing turn from all The lovely sins age curses to recall? Let me die young! sweet sinner, dry thy tears! Yes, let the flower be gathered in its bloom!
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