Quotes from La Seconde Semaine — Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas
d. 1590 France
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Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
My lovely living boy,
My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.
Who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours
Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours.
Will change the pebbles of our puddly thought
To orient pearls.
Soft carpet-knights, all scenting musk and amber.
Who breaks his faith, no faith is held with him.
Out of the book of Natur's learned brest.
In every hedge and ditch both day and night
We fear our death, of every leafe affright.
Apoplexie and lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
Dog, ounce, bear, and bull,
Wolfe, lion, horse.
Only that he may conform
To tyrant custom.
Did thrust as now in others' corn his sickle.
Yielding more wholesome food than all the messes
That now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.
Weakened and wasted to skin and bone.
The will for deed I doe accept.
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