The Sword And The Shield: Book One Of The Pinda Chronicles

Wer't thou not Male, I should guess thee the Bride. With Wine, and Dormice fed her Embrion;. Thy drowsie Father voided Poppy-seed,. I should believe th'had'st drunk in Lethes deep. I WEll, cruel Mistress, though you'r too unkind,. For such a Gift, as t' have that Gemm possest,. Not of your Cabinet, but of your Breast.

And under yo [ Homer 's Odysses had been writ in Prose. Whose Canaan fills [ Either your Piety, or Peace, or Love. Is Delphos brought from Greece to Warwick-shire. Fond Men in awe, Ho [ The sneaking Rascals, low [ Which, should the Schismaticks of Sion see,. UNlucky fire, which though from Heaven deriv' [ Is brought too late, like Cordials to the Dea [ Which, though by Time conceal'd, was not decay' [ The rust of Age, and thaw the frost of Death,.

That renders Man immortal, as his Soul,. And swells his Fame with everlasting Brea [ Happie's that Hand, that unto Honours Clime. That rescues Frailty from the Sythe of Time,. Such, Sir, is yours, that, uncontroul'd as Fate,. In vain they strive your glorious Lamp to hide. Blest is my Father, that has found his Name. By running in Time's wheel his thriving Fame,. Had Alexander's Trophies thus bee [ Let Men of greater Wealth than Merit cast. Medals of Gold for their succeeding part;. You, that to Masks, and Plays resort,.

No Cuckold-Constable, or Watch here comes. And then we've no unwholsome Da [ That make you spend your precious Time and Fat,. With bucksome Bess, and granting Iinn,. Of Body, and of Mind, and Face,.

Thanks, Sweetest, now thou'rt perfect grown,. There stole my pa [ Airs, as had birth from Orphe [ UPstart last Term went up to Town,. This Dove, this Star, so lov'd of all,. And only G [ Chloe 's my Pole too, though th' obscure:. Chloe 's, like the Suns. Thence stoll'st thine Ignis fatu [ With Plannet-Girls, and Starry-Boyes,. That my Faith branded with Inconstancy. When Thisbe 's Pyramus was slain,.

Honour, and Truth, Fidelity, and Love,. How bright an Evening must this Morn pursue,. Proud Death, t'arrest his thriving Virtue thus! When Sovereignty, and its so sacred Law,. In this great ruin, Derby, lay thy Fate,. And who so scapes the Sword, falls by the Axe: In all their Conquests; they have conquer'd Men,. Famine; and in this Parricide hast-shown. Thou'st slain thy eating Brother, 'tis a Fame.

By force, it surely was by Stratage [ More Bulls, and Rams, than in all times beside,. Offer'd with antique Piety, and Cost: A general Advocate at the last Assize. When first he stalked into Pluto 's Court,. Spight of the Devil, and Hell 's horrid noise. His Death, and Ruin, had he had a Soul: Nor, like a Boys just come from School,. From Young, from Old, from Foul, and Fair,. A Fool, a Coward, and a Knave: As Drabs, and Dice, and Drink can make him:. The raging Sea, th'uncertain Air,.

What other Ages [ The Life, sh [ Wine makes the Soul for Action [ Could not in M [ Sobriety, and Study breeds. Suspition of our Thoughts, and Deeds;.

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THE Day is set did Earth adorn,. Night will conceal our Healths, and Love. For all her thousand thousand Ey [ Of Trees, and Plants, of Herbs, and Flow'rs,. Wine is the cure of Cares, and Sloth,. The Iuice, that Man to Man does, both. Of, the World's God, prevailing Gold,. Could see thy Love, and my Truth sold,. POXo' your doting Coxcomb! So old a Lover, and so young a Giver? A pair of Spectacles! Thy old Seal-ring, thy Grandam's pleated Gown,. Without such helps, thy full Deformity; [Page ] [ Thy stooping Shoulders, and thy trembling Hands,.

Thy bursten Belly, and thy crinkling Hamms,. Thy spider's Legs, and thy club'd corny Feet,. Or would'st thou have thy Love a Bug-bear be,. Are they to mend h [ A Present fit to offer at her Shrine;. And all the twinkling Beauties of the Night,. Of the Embroider'd Girdle o'th' next Sphear: And, that Hil [ Law shall give him salve for's Elbow.

The Embleme strange of Man and Wife,. Thus shall the Summers Days, and Nights,. Shall drop from ev'ry Ha [ The Snow shall melt, the Ice shall thaw;. And through Night 's vail her horns displays, [Page ] [ The Nymphs, the Satyrs, and the Fawns,. WHen Coelia must my old Days set,. An Ocean by my walls of Earth confin'd,. There pregnant Argosies with full Sails ride. This makes the Fi [ Improv'd to Vertue, and from Vice refin'd.

Into the paths of Honor, and of Truth. In Fortune humble, constant in Mischance,. No dangerous Courage; nor offensive Wit: Fixt in the living Chronicle of Fame,. That, maugre Time, and Fate, it shall not die. At once that made thy Prince, and Country bleed? At once th' art Iudge, and Malefactor shown,. VErtue in those good times that bred good Me [ Here, Reader, here a Port's sad Reliques lye. THis Canto serves first to relate,. His Princes Friendship Wealth; and State,. His Youth, his Manners, Arms, and Arts;.

Betwixt the Syrian, and Cilician Coasts;. Stood consecrate to Venus, and her Doves. And these were Strifes, where Envy had no place;.

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Nor had Ambition, with her Gyant Race,. But none, amongst that never failing Race,. Could match Philoxipes, that noble Youth,. In Strength, and Beauty, Fortitude, and Grace. In gentle Manners, and unblemisht Truth. In all the Vertues, and the Arts that shou'd. A Prince descended from the Royal Lines. Of Greece, and Troy united in one Bed,. Was banisht home by his griev'd Father 's Ire: Great Salamis, whose polisht Turrets stood.

Books were his Business, his Diversion Arms,. His Practice, Honor, his Atchievements Fame,. Knowledge, and Arts which his high Mind endow'd,. Adhear'd to Diadems, than Wreaths of Baies. Although betwixt him, and the youthful King,. One was their Country, one the happy Earth,. Maugre his Sword, his Sceptre, and his Crown. This held him most to shine in the Court 's Sphere,. The magick of his Eloquence, and Art,. Had wrought the King into this Princess Grace,. The King thus fixt a Monarch in his Love,. Solon, that Oracle of famous Greece,.

It was his Precept, that did first distil. That gave him Reason to conduct his Will,. That to their Greatness, make Men truly Good. To nourish Fancy; or delight the Eye. From the far fam'd Olympus haughty Crown,. Enamel'd Meads, and little purling Springs,. Which from the Grots, the Temples of true Loves,. Of famous Italy; or A [ Above, whatever Painter 's Art exprest;.

For Venus therefore Goddess of that Isle,. The King 's return'd! Fill Nectar to the brim,. What Crime America, that Heav'n would please. Pernicious Weed should not my Muse offend,. The one half English, and the other Puff: Each one appears an Ignis fat [ Courtier, and Pesant, nay the Madam Nice. Oh, I know that's it,. How the Sulphur makes me Cough and Spit? Bring Captain Hough, to bait your Hannibal. LOng live the Poet, and his lovely Muse,. As in your Pens Tybur, and Anchor meet,. Naso was Rome 's fam'd Ovid, you alone. SAturn and Sol, and Lun [ Mars would be drown'd in Venus, and so they.

SHould Mars and Venus have their Will,. HAppy's that Man that is from City -Care. The fearful Hare too, and the Stranger Crane. Mullet, or Thorn-back cannot please me more,. Into the Sea, that sweeps this Coast. Or Kid redeem'd from the Wolf 's Prey. Flourisht more fam'd than Ilia of Rome. Skill'd on the Harp, and skilful in an Air! So Fate would spare the gentle Boy, my Love.

WHen thy nak'd Arm thou see'st me kiss. Make more of noise, than thy soft Breathings d [ Of Love, and of my Tears, and Smart. CHarinus, 'twas my hap of late. ACon his right, Leonilla her left Eye. Sweet Boy, with thine thy Sisters light improve;. So shall she Venus be, and thou blind Love. To which in'ts Centre fixt my Faith 's the Earth: And as on Earth the Worlds Foundation's laid,. My Tears the Ocean are: Those sighs the Storm, that stirs the Watry Plain. Bitter's this Sea; although its liquid course.

By which, as Air by Winds, my will still moves. The hidden Fire, which compasseth the Air,. My Hope 's the waxing and the waining Moon,. Your Eye 's the Sun incomparably bright,. Why with such beauty has Love furnish'd you,. As that your sight's his Day, your absence Night,. And frozen Fear my cold, chill Winter brings. But what of this, if still my Autumn b [ WHo says, thou'rt Vitious, Zoilus, lies;. FLaccus, thou ask'st, what kind of Girl I prize? THou'rt fair, we know't, a Maid, 'tis true,. THou nought repeat'st, yet Poet wouldst be thought;.

THou wondrest, Marius has a stinking Ear:. Alone thy Money, Myrrhe, and Golden plate,. I deny this one,. THou say'st, I cannot fit an old Wife's Bed,. VArus of late to Supper did me call. WE drink in Glass, thou Myrrh, Ponticus; why? BAssa, thou say'st, thou'rt fair, and a Maid too;. Lecania bought Teeth wears, Thais her own. SInce thy dagg'd Gown's so dirty, when thy Shoe,. No Strife; few Suits; a Mind not drown'd. When raz'd Messalla 's Monumentals must. Lye with Licinus 's lo [ To Tragick buskins would'st thy Sock transfer,.

And in Heroick Verse sing bloudy War? May terrify Old Men, Virgins, and Boys: With Roman air touch up thy Poems Dress,. CInna would fain be thought to need,.

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PArt of thy Beard is clipt, part shav'd, anoth [ When Caesar 's coming only waits for Day? THE Fair'st of Women, that have been, or ar [ THou'rt soft to touch; charming to hear; unseen. HE did not lye, that said, thy Skin was fair,. Even as in one [ IF by her Hairs Ligia 's Age be told,. THat Themison has no Wife, how't comes to pass,. Grown now impatient of the Dust, and Sun. And flies the Olive more than Vipers Bloud. As once, they say, the Son of Theti [ Because She's only to th' unjust inclin'd;. This Reason nought Her blindness does declare,.

THE three great Evils of Mans life,. Whilst Wolves devour, and whilst Orion stirs. And that this [ Thou mayst be rich in Cattle, and in Land,. THy Beauties, Dearest Isis, have. Then since, Heaven lets thee love me, Dear,. SInce that sad Day, a sadder Farewell did. To me invisible's the Sun's fair Light,. My Life all company, but Death, has lost,. The greatest Good does but some Ill fore-run. When handsome Paris liv'd with Helen fair,. He saw his Fortune rais'd above his Care;.

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Brought to old Troy, and massacred his Sire. The usual helps, that humane Re [ My Prudence, by my Courage, is withstood,. The Air 's o'respread with Clouds, the Earth with Rain;. Thy sight, my Dear, would lend them beams of Day. See not the glorious Spring, that we should bl [ Its fatal Hear [ But, Cleon, if Heav'ns unresis [ The faithful Fool that obstinat [ THE Beauty that must me delight,. And why the Suns, and the Moons horned Light.

Suffer Eclipses of o're-shading Night. Write a customer review. Showing of 5 reviews. Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. There are some interesting ideas in this book and some moments of beautiful writing intermixed with a strange flatness that I could not quite get over. The descriptions of the areas and environment are often quite good and the book started off well. However, the progression of the main character did not feel substantial - his development seems to simply happen, he is given many items and help that do not come with a sense of struggle or earning them even though there are moments set up to do just that.

I just didn't feel like I was with him on his heroic journey, but watching the plot happen around him as he was experiencing things and people that changed him, rather than the change coming from inside. It could be a 'show don't tell' problem, where there is a bit too much of the latter. Stylistically, I did not like how some of the characters use an 'archaic' voice - it seemed forced and unnecessary in that their communication is supposedly spiritual and mental. Also there are some rather elementary grammar and spelling errors on occasion that an editor should have caught but were more of an annoyance than detracting deeply from the story.

Also, this book does involve quite a bit of spiritual themes and involves a godhead, so if this type of theme is bothersome the reader it may not be their cup of tea. Since I have bought the series on the recommendations below, I will see what happens in the next two books. Perhaps the whole story arc will prove more enjoyable than the first book alone, as is sometimes the case. I have tried to read the rest of the book and the more I read, the more I disliked it overall and was sad that I got the whole set since I do not wish to read them.

Throughout the epic tale are many of the teachings of that a religious movement started in founded by Paul Twitchell. One person found this helpful. By the time I finished this book, I was totally into the story. It is nothing like what I thought it would be. This is a refreshingly new approach to the age-old epic of good battling evil. But it is done with such spiritual depth and understanding of how people are put together, that I think Mr. Retherford must be some kind of mystic himself.

Down deep in the heart my psychological make up, I relate to this in a most profound way. I have yet to realize why. This is one of the most touching stories I have ever read. Really complicated things seem to come alive and understandable as the author puts together bits and pieces of the human condition as soul, while living in these things we call bodies.

Perhaps some of the most important things revealed is many of the reasons behind why we are here in the world as soul in the first place. All this is done in a most fascinating fantasy. Yet, there remains in the reader the ever present thought, "This could indeed be real. Ever so often a new author comes along that excites my mentality, or perhaps after reading this book I should say, consciousness.

This is unlike anything I have ever read. Where did George C. Retherford get all his information to write this trilogy? I understand a little bit about the imagination, but, so far, and I'm through with book one, The Pinda Chronicles are out of this world. If you want something that will challenge your intellect and at the same time fulfill your need for fantasy adventure, then this is for you. It makes one want to really believe in the philosophy behind the story.

Heh, man, I'm just a normal guy wanting to read. I can't put my thoughts into words like George C. Retherford, but I can say what I think and I think this book is the future! It is so cool how his characters take life and become my friends while I read.

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When I put the book down, I'm still thinking about the stuff I've just read. Man, the things He writes here are just plain awesome! I know this review is reading kind of crazy, but I had to have my say.