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Geoffrey Chaucer :
And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother, Ech man for hymself, ther is noon oother.
[Geoffrey Chaucer (1340-1400), British poet. The Canterbury Tales, Arcite, in "The Knight's Tale," l. 1181-2 (c. 1387-1400), repr. In The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, ed. Alfred W. Pollard, et al. (1898).]
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John Milton :
Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety, In paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range, by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known. Far be it, that I should write thee sin or blame, Of think thee unbefitting holiest place, Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets, Whose bed is undefiled and chaste pronounced, Present, or past, as saints and patriarchs used. Here love his golden shafts employs, here lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendeared, Casual fruition, nor in court amours Mixed dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball, Or serenade, which the starved lover sings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain. These lulled by Nightingales embracing slept, And on their naked limbs the flowery roof Showered roses, which the morn repaired. Sleep on, Blest pair; and O yet happiest if ye seek No happier state, and know to know no more.
[John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. IV, l. 750-775). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.]
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Andrew Marvell :
For I so truly thee bemoane, That I shall weep though I be Stone: Until my Tears, still drooping, wear My breast, themselves engraving there. There at me feet shalt thou be laid, Of purest Alabaster made: For I would have thine Image be White as I can, though not as Thee.
[Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn (l. 115-122). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.]
William Butler Yeats :
What can I but enumerate old themes?
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. The Circus Animals' Desertion (l. 9). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.]
Wilfred Owen :
And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling,
[Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 12-15). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.]
Henry David Thoreau :
Poor shad! where is thy redress? When Nature gave thee instinct, gave she thee the heart to bear thy fate? Still wandering the sea in thy scaly armor to inquire humbly at the mouths of rivers if man has perchance left them free for thee to enter.
[Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 35, Houghton Mifflin (1906).]
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William Shakespeare :
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Apemantus, in Timon of Athens, act 1, sc. 2, l. 43. Seeing that Timon's guests are destroying him.]
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William Shakespeare :
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 3, l. 12-3. Insulting the Hostess, who denies he has been robbed in her tavern; stewed prunes were associated with brothels, where regular food could not be served.]
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William Shakespeare :
There's a time for all things.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antipholus of Syracuse, in The Comedy of Errors, act 2, sc. 2, l. 65. proverbial; from Ecclesiates, 3.1, "To every thing there is a season."]
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Rupert Brooke :
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
[Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Letters from America, ch. 3 (1916).]
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