Which is not a part of a classical epitaph?

O Myriads of immortal Spirits, O Powers Matchless, but with th’ Almighty, and that strife Was not inglorious, though th’ event was dire, As this place testifies, and this dire change Hateful to utter: but what power of mind Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth Of knowledge past or present, could have fear’d, How such united force of Gods, how such As stood like these, could ever know repulse? For who can yet beleeve, though after loss, That all these puissant Legions, whose exile Hath emptied Heav’n, shall faile to re-ascend Self-rais’d, and repossess their native seat. For me, be witness all the Host of Heav’n, If counsels different, or danger shun’d By me, have lost our hopes.

To the Renaissance, which is the most dangerous sin spiritually because it can lead to the unpardonable sin?

Which is not associated with Metaphysical poetry?

Who does not give a response to the death of Edward King in “Lycidas”?

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; 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 soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

What type of protagonist does Faustus represent?

According to Sidney, why is imaginative literature better than history?

Which is not common in a romance?

Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?                   He is a brittle crazie glasse: Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford                   This glorious and transcendent place,                   To be a window, through thy grace.   But when thou dost anneal in glasse thy storie,                   Making thy life to shine within The holy Preachers; then the light and glorie                   More rev’rend grows, & more doth win:                   Which else shows watrish, bleak, & thin.   Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one                   When they combine and mingle, bring A strong regard and aw: but speech alone                   Doth vanish like a flaring thing,                   And in the eare, not conscience ring.