Geschichte Europas seit dem Ende des funfzehnten Jahrhunderts, Volume 2

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Page 82 - Christ was the word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what the word did make it, That I believe, and take it.
Page 560 - And then discoursed with me of her indisposition, and that her heart had been sad and heavy for ten or twelve days; and in her discourse she fetched not so few as forty or fifty great sighs. I was grieved at the first to see her in this plight, for in all my lifetime before I never knew her fetch a sigh, but when the Queen of Scots was beheaded.
Page 603 - Let me, or float, or sink! be high or low, Or let me live with some more sweet content; Or die! and so forget what LOVE e'er meant.
Page 602 - I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned.
Page 602 - Love, and so be kind; Let me or float or sink, be high or low: Or let me live with some more sweet content, Or die, and so forget what love e'er meant.
Page 59 - Which demands, how easy soever they were, many curates and priests, (such was the ignorance of those days), could say but little to. Some could say the Pater Noster in Latin, but not in English. Few could say the Ten Commandments. Few could prove the Articles of faith by Scripture : that was out of their way.
Page 439 - Aug. 26, 1561, informs him, that "the queen's ships, which were upon the seas to cleanse them of pirates, saw her, [ie Mary,] and saluted her galleys, and staying her ships examined them of pirates, and dismissed them gently. One Scottish ship they detain, as vehemently suspected of piracy.
Page 535 - Ah ! the poor fool will never cease till she lose her head : in faith they will put her to death ; I see it is her own fault and folly— I see no remedy for it: I meant to help, but if she will not be helped, Je ne puii mais, that is, I cannot do withal.
Page 602 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done; This too familiar care does make me rue it: No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Page 598 - The best demonstration of his care in stewarding her treasure was this, that the queen, vying gold and silver with the king of Spain, had money or credit, when the other had neither : her exchequer, though but a pond in comparison, holding water, when his river, fed with a spring from the Indies, was drained dry.

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