Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

With tooth and nail.

With tooth and nail.

Made no more bones.

Made no more bones.

Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in read more

Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant, if the buzzing Flie
Stir but a string of her Lawn Canopie.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Squinting upon the lustre
Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre;
And, snuffing with a read more

Squinting upon the lustre
Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre;
And, snuffing with a wrythed nose the Amber,
The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the chamber.

Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
His read more

Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
His violent Engins on the vicious member,
Bringeth his Patient in a senseless slumber,
And grief-less then (guided by use and art),
To save the whole, sawes off th' infected part.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,