What is "mortall"

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As he declared these things, I did greatly lament with my selfe, to thinke of mine old and pristine estate, and what felicity I was sometimes in, in comparison to the misery that I presently susteined, being changed into a miserable Asse, then had I no small occasion to remember, how the old and ancient Writers did affirme, that fortune was starke blind without eies, because she alwaies bestoweth her riches upon evil persons, and fooles, and chooseth or favoureth no mortall person by judgement, but is alwaies conversent, especially with much as if she could see, she should most shunne, and forsake, yea and that which is more worse, she sheweth such evill or contrary opinions in men, that the wicked doe glory with the name of good, and contrary the good and innocent be detracted and slandred as evill.

It sufficeth that hee is defamed in every place for his adulterous living, wherefore all occasion ought to bee taken away by meane of marriage : he hath chosen a Maiden that fancieth him well, and hath bereaved her of her virginity, let him have her still, and possesse her according to his owne pleasure : then he returned to Venus, and said, And you my daughter, take you no care, neither feare the dishonour of your progeny and estate, neither have regard in that it is a mortall marriage, for it seemeth unto me just, lawfull, and legitimate by the law civill.

LawristonWas slain into his armour schene,And gude Sir Robert Davidson,Wha provost was of Aberdene:The knicht of Panmure, as was sene,A mortall man in armour bricht,Sir Thomas Murray, stout and kene,Left to the warld thair last gude nicht.

His wonder farre exceeded reasons reach,That he began to doubt his dazeled sight,And oft of error did himselfe appeach:Flesh without bloud, a person without spright,Wounds without hurt, a bodie without might,That could doe harme, yet could not harmed bee,That could not die, yet seem'd a mortall wight,That was most strong in most infirmitee.

Like as Cupido on Idæan hill,When hauing laid his cruell bow away,And mortall arrowes, wherewith he doth fillThe world with murdrous spoiles and bloudie pray,With his faire mother he him dights to play,And with his goodly sisters, Graces three.

Blindfold he was, and in his cruell fistA mortall bow and arrowes keene did hold,With which he shot at randon, when him list,Some headed with sad lead, some with pure gold.

But they him spying, both with greedy forseAttonce vpon him ran, and him besetWith strokes of mortall steele without remorse,And on his shield like yron sledges bet:As when a Beare and Tygre being metIn cruell fight on lybicke Ocean wide,Espye a traueiler with feet surbet,Whom they in equall pray hope to deuide,They stint their strife, and him assaile on euery side.

But for he was halfe mortall, being bredOf mortall sire, though of immortall wombe,He might not with immortall food be fed,Ne with th'eternall Gods to bancket come.

The time, that mortall men their weary caresDo lay away, and all wilde beastes do rest,And euery riuer eke his course forbearesThen doth this wicked euill thee infest,And riue with thousand throbs thy thrilled brest.

I T often fals, (as here it earst befell)That mortall foes doe turne to faithfull frends,And friends profest are chaungd to foemen fell:The cause of both, of both their minds depends.

Whom so dismayd when Cambell had espide,Againe he droue at him with double might,That nought mote stay the steele, till in his sideThe mortall point most cruelly empight:Where fast infixed, whilest he sought by slightIt forth to wrest, the staffe a sunder brake,And left the head behind: with which despightHe all enrag'd, his shiuering speare did shake,And charging him a fresh thus felly him bespake.

T He ioyes of loue, if they should euer last,Without affliction or disquietnesse,That worldly chaunces doe amongst them cast,Would be on earth too great a blessednesse,Liker to heauen, then mortall wretchednesse.

And sooth, men say that he was not the sonneOf mortall Syre, or other liuing wight,But wondrously begotten, and begonneBy false illusion of a guilefull Spright,On a faire Ladie Nonne, that whilome hightMatilda, daughter to Pubidius,Who was the Lord of Mathrauall by right,And coosen vnto king Ambrosius:Whence he indued was with skill so maruellous.

The rowme was large and wide,As it some Gyeld or solemne Temple weare:Many great golden pillours did vpbeareThe massy roofe, and riches huge sustayne,And euery pillour decked was full deareWith crownes and Diademes, & titles vaine,Which mortall Princes wore, whiles they on earth did rayne.

So from immortall race he does proceede,That mortall hands may not withstand his might,Drad for his derring do, and bloudy deed.