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Joshua Sylvester

(1563 - 1618 / England)

Quotations

  • ''Were I as base as is the lowly plain,
    And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
    Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,
    Ascend to heaven in honour of my love.''
    Joshua Sylvester (1561-1618), British poet, translator. Were I as base as is the lowly plain (attributed to Sylvester) (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,
    My love should shine on you like to the Sun,
    And look upon you with ten thousand eyes,
    Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.
    Whereso'er I am,—below, or else above you—
    Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you.''
    Joshua Sylvester (1561-1618), British poet, translator. Were I as base as is the lowly plain (attributed to Sylvester) (l. 9-14). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.

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A Contented Mind

I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile,
I joy not much in earthly joys;
I seek not state, I reck not style,
I am not fond of fancy's toys;
I rest so pleased with what I have,
I wish no more, no more I crave.
I quake not at the thunder's crack,
I tremble not at noise of war,
I swoon not at the news of wrack,

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