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There is no small pleasure in sweet water.
[Lat., Est in aqua dulci non invidiosa voluptas.]
There is no small pleasure in sweet water.
[Lat., Est in aqua dulci non invidiosa voluptas.]
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
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What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Better then he have worn Vulcan's badge.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground,
which cannot be gathered up again; read more
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground,
which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any
person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not
expelled from him.
I have drunk deep of the waters of my ancestors.
I have drunk deep of the waters of my ancestors.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
Fire, water and government know nothing of mercy.
Fire, water and government know nothing of mercy.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
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O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd read more
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.