Quote #43
Out of the book of Natur's learned brest.
More from Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas
- Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
- Who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours.
- Who breaks his faith, no faith is held with him.
- Through thick and thin, both over hill and plain.
- My lovely living boy, My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.
- Weakened and wasted to skin and bone.
- Sweet grave aspect.
- I take the world to be but as a stage, Where net-maskt men do play their personage.