EK2 - Prepoznavanje

The censorious day, that the men whose heart...- ...according to the principles of the man who is most in favour.

Addison - The Spectator, No. 81

A little learning is a dang'rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring; There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again. Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind.

Alexander Pope - Esej o kritici

Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, to taste awhile the pleasures of a Court; In various talk th' instructive hours they past, Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, and one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.

Alexander Pope - Hampton Court

First follow Nature, and your judgement frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely brights, One clear, unchang'd and universal light, Life, force, and beauty must to all impart, at once the source, and end, and test of Art.

Alexander Pope - Nature and Art - The Essay on Criticism

A hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest.

Andrew Marvell - To His Coy Mistress

More in the cunning purchase of my wealth, Than in the glad possession; since I gain No common way: I use no trade, no venture; I wound no earth with ploughshares; fat no beans To feed the shambles; have no mills for iron, Oil corn, or men, to grind 'em into poulder; I blow no subtle glass; expose no ships.

Ben Jonson - Volpone

All beasts are happy, for when they die, Their souls are soon dissolved in elements; But mine must live stil to be plagued in hell. Cursed be the parents that engendered me! No Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer, That hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.

Christopher Marlowe - Doctor Faustus

In the morning I took the Bible; and beginning at the New Testament, I began seriously to read it, and imposed upon myself to read a while every morning and every night; not tying myself to the number of chapters, but long as my thoughts should engage me. It was not long after I set seriously to this work till I found my heart more deeply and sincerely affected with the wickedness of my past life. The impression of my dream revived; and the words, "All these things have not brought thee to repentance," ran seriously through my thoughts. I was earnestly begging of God to give me repentance, when it happened providentially, the very day, that, reading the Scripture, I came to these words: "He is exalted a Prince and a Saviour, to give repentance and to give remission."

Daniel Defoe - Robinson Crusoe

Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name. Where wheneas Death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life.

Edmund Spencer - Amoretti

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly and with diligence and attention. Some books also may be read by deputy, and extracts made of them by others; but that would be only in the less important arguments, and the meaner sort of books; else distilled books are like the common distilled waters, flashy things.

Francis Bacon - Essays - "Of Studies"

Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which petty thoughts have made; and made to thee-

George Herbert - The Collar

Summer is come, for every spray now springs; The hart hath hung his old hed on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she slings.

Henry Howard, earl of Surrey - Description of Spring

He was much rooked against gamesters, and felt acquainted with that sanctified crew, to his ruin. His father had some suspicion of it, and chid him severely, whereupon his son John (only child) wrote a little essay 'Against gaming, and to show the vanities and inconveniences of it', which he presented to his father to let him know his detestation of it. But shortly after his father's death (who left 2000 or 1500 pounds in ready money, two houses well-furnished, and much plate) the money was played away first, and next the plate was sold. I remember about 1646 he lost 200 pounds one night at New-cut.

John Aubrey - Kratki životopisi (Brief Lives) (Sir John Denham)

Then they went on again and their conductor did go before them, till they they came to a place where was cast up a pit the whole breath of the way; and before they could be prepared to go over that, a great mist and a darkness fell upon them, so that they could not see. Then said the pilgrims, Alas! Now what shall we do? But their guide made answer, Fear not, stand still and see what end will be put to this also: so they stayed there, because their path was marred. They then also though that they did hear more apparently the noise and the rushing of the enemies: the fire also and the smoke of the pit, were much easier to be discerned.

John Bunyan - The Pilgrim's Progress

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me; From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow; And sooner our best men with thee do go- Rest of their bones, and souls' delivery! Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;

John Donne - Death

If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet; Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.

John Donne - Song

Confess it, this cannot be said A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two; And this, alas, is more than we would do.

John Donne - The Flea

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? 'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

John Donne - The Good-Morrow

A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay: And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms...

John Dryden - Achitophel

But patience, to prevent that murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts; who best bear his mild yoke, they serve him best."

John Milton - On His Blindness

And chiefly thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples th'upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence And justify the ways of God to men.

John Milton - Paradise Lost (Book I)

And to the fierce contention brought along Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring, His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?

John Milton - Paradise Lost (Book I)

From him, who in the happy Realms of Light Cloth'd with transcendent brightnes didst outshine Myriads though bright: If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope, And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize, Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest From what highth fal'n, so much the stronger provd He with his Thunder: and till then who knew The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict do I repent or change, Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit, That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,

John Milton - Paradise Lost (Book I)

Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe Confounded though immortal: But his doom Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate: At once as far as Angels kenn he views The dismal Situation waste and wilde, A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes

John Milton - Paradise Lost (Book I)

That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum'd: Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd For those rebellious, here their Prison ordain'd In utter darkness, and their portion set As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole. O how unlike the place from whence they fell! There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soon discerns, and weltring by his side One next himself in power, and next in crime, Long after known in PALESTINE, and nam'd BEELZEBUB. To whom th' Arch-Enemy, And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words Breaking the horrid silence thus began. If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd

John Milton - Paradise Lost (Book I)

Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream, Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.

John Milton - Paradise Lost (Book III)

I know death hath ten thousand several doors. For men to take their exits; and 'tis found. They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways: any way, for heaven-sake

John Webster - The Duchess of Malfi

I enlarged myself on these and many other particulars to the same purpose; but his Honour was still to seek; for he went upon a supposition that all animals had a title in the productions of the earth, and especially those who presided over the rest. Therefore he desired I would let him know what these costly meats were and how any of us happened to want them.

Jonathan Swift - Gulliver's Travels

Shake hands dor ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.

Michael Drayton - Sonnet 61

With shields of proof, shield me from out the prease. Of these darts, Despair at me doth throw; O make me in those civil wars to cease: I will good tribute pay if thou do so.

Phillip Sidney - The Sleepless Lover

Yet his inconstancy is such As you too shal adore, I could not love thee (Dear) so much, Lov'd I not Honour more.

Richard Lovelace - To Lucasta

I came to my estate in my twenty second year, and resolved to follow the steps of the most worthy of my ancestors who have inhabited this spot of Earth before me, in all the methods of hospitality and good neighbourhood, for the sake of my fame; and in country sports and recreations, for the sake of my health. In my twenty third year I was obliged to serve as Sheriff of the County; and in my servants, officers and whole equipage, indulged the pleasure of a young man (who did not think ill of his own person) in taking that publick occasion of shewing my figure and behaviour to advantage. You may easily imagine to yourself what appearance I made, who am pretty tall, ride well, and was very well dressed, at the head of a whole county, with musick before me, a feather in my hat, and my horse well bitted.

Richard Steele - The Spectator

The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run And nearer he's to settling...

Robert Herrick - Gather Ye Rose Buds

This done, I to my coach-maker's, and there vexed to see nothing yet done to my coach, at three in the afternoon; but I set it in doing, and stood by it till eight at night, and saw the painter varnish which is pretty to see how every doing it over do make it more and more yellow; and it dries as fast in the sun as it can be laid on almost; and most coaches are, now-a-days done so, and it is very pretty when laid on well, and not pale, as some are, even to shew the silver. Here I did make the workmen drink, and saw my coach cleaned and oyled;

Samuel Pepys - Diary

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

Shakespeare - Richard III

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Shakespeare - Sonnet 116

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

Shakespeare - Sonnet 130

And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone;

Shakespeare - Sonnet 66

And every oar a thought in readiness as though that death were light in such a case. An endless wind doth tear the sail apace of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness.

Thomas Wyatt - My Galley

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once in special, In thin array after a pleasant guise, When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small; Therewithall sweetly did me kiss And softly said, "Dear heart, how like you this?"

Thomas Wyatt - They Flee From Me