English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 25. Vertue, and goodnesse are very much opposed by the selfe-conceit, that many men have of their owne sufficiencie. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 25. Vertue, and goodnesse are very much opposed by the selfe-conceit, that many men have of their owne sufficiencie THer’s nothing hinders vertue more, then the Opinion of our owne perfection; For none endeavours to doe that, which hee […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 4. How abject a thing it is, for a man to have bin long in the world without giving any proofe either by vertue, or learning, that he hath beene at all. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 4. How abject a thing it is, for a man to have bin long in the world without giving any proofe either by vertue, or learning, that he hath beene at all THat aged man, we should (without all […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 28. That riches is a sicknesse to those, that doe not possesse the good thereof, so much as they are possest thereby. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 28. That riches is a sicknesse to those, that doe not possesse the good thereof, so much as they are possest thereby Some peoples senses wealth doth so bereave, That they to nothingelse their minds can frame: So have […]

English Poetry. David Sillar. Epistle to J**N G****E, a Famous Theologist and Astronomer. Дэвид Силлар. Послание Джону Гауди, знаменитому богослову и астроному

David Sillar (Дэвид Силлар) Epistle to J**N G****E, a Famous Theologist and Astronomer O thou far fam’d Heresiarch, What tempted you tae try sic wark? Against the L – d’s ain fock ye bark, An’ sae they ’ve curst you, ’Cause, Raven-like, you fled the Ark Wherein […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 15. To one, who was excessively cheerefull, for being recovered of a Fever, wherewith he had beene for a time extreame sorely sha∣ken. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 15. To one, who was excessively cheerefull, for being recovered of a Fever, wherewith he had beene for a time extreame sorely sha∣ken THat to your health you are restored, you May in some sort be joyfull: and yet […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 31. As it was a precept of antiquity, to leane more to vertue, then parentage: so is it a tenet of christianity, to repose more trust on the blood of christ, then our owne merits. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 31. As it was a precept of antiquity, to leane more to vertue, then parentage: so is it a tenet of christianity, to repose more trust on the blood of christ, then our owne merits VErtue, not blood was […]

English Poetry. Edward Thomas. A Cat. Эдвард Томас.

Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) A Cat She had a name among the children; But no one loved though someone owned Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime And had her kittens duly drowned. In Spring, nevertheless, this cat Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales, And birds of bright […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 2. That those of a solid wit, cannot be puffed vp with applause; nor incensed by contumelie. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 2. Те, у кого крепкий ум, не задирают нос от похвал и не лезут на стенку от хулы

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 2. That those of a solid wit, cannot be puffed vp with applause; nor incensed by contumelie What vulgar people speake (if we be wise) Will neither joy, nor miscontentment breed us; For we ought mens opinions […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 1. No crosse adventure should hinder vs from being good; though we be frustrate of the reward thereof. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 1. No crosse adventure should hinder vs from being good; though we be frustrate of the reward thereof BY any meanes, with all your might endeavour For honesty, whats’ever be th’event: Although sinister fortune should dissever Vertue from honour, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 15. To a certain lady of a most exquisit feature, and comely presentation: but who gloried too much in the deceitfull excellencie of these fading, and perishable qualities. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 15. To a certain lady of a most exquisit feature, and comely presentation: but who gloried too much in the deceitfull excellencie of these fading, and perishable qualities THough you be very handsome, doe but stay A litle while, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 41. To one, who was grieved within himselfe, that he was not endewed with such force, and vi∣gour of body, as many others were. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 41. To one, who was grieved within himselfe, that he was not endewed with such force, and vi∣gour of body, as many others were THough you be not so strong, as other men, Jf you have health, the matter […]

English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Aspens. Эдвард Томас.

Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Aspens All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the cross-roads talk together Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top. Out of the blacksmith’s cavern comes the ringing Of […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 5. A certaine ancient philosopher did hereby insi∣nuate, how necessary a thing the administrati∣on of iustice was: and to be alwaies vigilant in the judicious di∣stribution of punishment, and recompence. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 5. A certaine ancient philosopher did hereby insi∣nuate, how necessary a thing the administrati∣on of iustice was: and to be alwaies vigilant in the judicious di∣stribution of punishment, and recompence SEeing by the multitude of those offend, The shame […]

English Poetry. David Sillar. Whisky. Дэвид Силлар. Виски

David Sillar (Дэвид Силлар) Whisky Soon as the potion works their human count’nance Th’ express resemblance of the gods, is chang’d Into some brutish form of Wolf or Bear; And they, so perfect is their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement. But boast themselves more comely than […]