When I behold, with deep astonishment,
To famous Westminster how there resorte,
Living in brasse or stoney mo,
The princes and the worthies of all sorte;
Doe not I see reformde nobilitie,
Without pt, or pride, or ostentation,
And looke upon offenselesse majesty,
Naked of pomp or earthly domination?
And holay-game of a paione
tents the quiet now and silent sprites,
Whome all the world which late they stood upon
Could not tent nor quench their appetites.
Life is a frost of cold felicitie,
Ah the thaw of all our vanitie.
CHRISTOLEROS EPIGRAMS, BY T. B. 1598.
ON one of those sober and rather melancholy days iter part of autumhe shadows of m and evening almost miogether, and throw a gloom over the dee of the year, I passed several hours in rambling about Westminster Abbey. There was something genial to the season in the mournful magni?ce of the old pile, and as I passed its threshold it seemed like stepping bato the regions of antiquity and losing myself amo……（内容加载失败！）
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