Lives of the Queens of Scotland and English Princesses ...: Mary StuartBlackwood, 1852 |
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Page 363 - True it is, Madam, your Grace and I have been at divers controversies, into the which I never perceived your Grace to be offended at me. But when it shall please God to deliver you from that bondage of darkness and error in the which ye have been nourished, for the lack of true doctrine, your Majesty will find the liberty of my tongue nothing offensive.
Page 240 - brought the people to receive another " religion than their 'princes can allow — " and how can that doctrine be of God, " seeing that God commandeth subjects to
Page 365 - (because the men eschewed his company) "began he to force talking of the ladies who were there sitting, in all their gorgeous apparel, which espied, he merrily said, ' Oh, fair ladies, how pleasant were this life of yours if it should ever abide, and then in the end that we might pass to heaven with all this gay gear. But fie upon that knave Death, that will come whether we will or not ; and when he has laid on his arrest, the foul worms will be busy with this flesh, be it never so fair and so tender...
Page 260 - Stuarts' heir, A Queen so courteous, young, and fair, Who would not every foe defy ! Who would not stand ! who would not die ! Light on her airy steed she sprung, Around with golden tassels hung, No chieftain there rode half so free, Or half so light and gracefully.
Page 23 - was she sold to go to France, to the end she should drink of that liquor that should remain with her all her lifetime for a plague to this realm, and for her final destruction.
Page 363 - Madam. And albeit I neither be Earl, Lord, nor Baron within it, yet has God made me (how abject that ever I be in your eyes), a profitable member within the same...
Page 196 - ... they had stolen and reft. There were none within the realm more unmerciful to the poor ministers than those which had the greatest rents of the Church.
Page 361 - And now, my Lords/' he concluded, " to put an end to all, I hear of the Queen's marriage — Dukes, brethren to Emperors and Kings, strive all for the best gain.
Page 142 - But since her husband's death, she hath showed, and so continueth, that she is both of great wisdom for her years, modesty, and also of great judgment, in the wise handling herself and her matters ; which increasing in her with her years, cannot but turn to her commendation, reputation, honour, and great benefit of her and her country.
Page 261 - Or half so light and gracefully. How sweet to see her ringlets pale Wide waving in the southland gale, Which through the broom-wood blossoms flew, To fan her cheeks of rosy hue ! Whene'er it heaved her bosom's screen, What beauties in her form were seen ! And when her courser's mane it swung, A thousand silver bells...