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Thomas Sackville, conde de Dorset fue un diplomático y poeta inglés. Fue miembro del Parlamento y Lord Tesorero o secretario del Tesoro. Wikipedia  

✵ 1536 – 19. abril 1608
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Thomas Sackville, I conde de Dorset: Frases en inglés

“The wrathfull winter proching on apace,
With blustering blasts had all ybarde the treene,
And olde Saturnus, with his frosty face
With chilling cold had pearst the tender greene.”

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Thomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset

Fuente: The Induction (1563), Line 1, p. 309

“And sorrowing I to see the sommer flowers,
The lively greene, the lusty lease, forlorne,
The sturdy trees so shattred with the showers,
The fieldes so fade, that florisht so beforne:
It taught mee well, all earthly things be borne
To dye the death: for nought long time may last:
The sommer's beauty yeeldes to winter's blast.”

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Fuente: The Induction (1563), Line 50, p. 311

“Of justice yet must God in fine restore,
This noble crowne unto the lawful heire
For right will alwayes live, and rise at length,
But wrong can never take deepe roote to last.”

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Gorboduc (1561), Act 5, sc. 2, last lines; the play was written in collaboration with Thomas Norton, though Acts 4 and 5 were apparently Sackville's work alone.

“Crookebackt hee was, toothshaken, and blere eyed,
Went on three feete, and somtyme, crept on fowre,
With olde lame boanes, that ratled by his syde,
His scalpe all pild, and hee with eld forlore:
His withred fist still knocking at Death's dore,
Fumbling, and driveling, as hee drawes his breath,
For briefe, the shape and messenger of Death.”

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Fuente: The Induction (1563), Line 330, p. 322

“His drinke, the running streame, his cup, the bare
Of his palme cloasde, his bed, the hard cold ground:
To this poore life was Misery ybound.”

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Fuente: The Induction (1563), Line 264, p. 320

“So in this way of writing without thinking,
Thou hast a strange alacrity in sinking.”

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Thomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset

Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset "On Mr Edward Howard, upon his British Princes"; cited from Geoffrey Grigson (ed.) The Oxford Book of Satirical Verse (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1980) p. 74
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