Plays and PoemsG. Routledge, 1895 - 320 páginas |
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... cause of their disgrace , and a little touch of their adversary gives all that boisterous force the foil . I deny not but that these men , who always seek to do more than enough , may sometime happen on something that is good and great ...
... cause of their disgrace , and a little touch of their adversary gives all that boisterous force the foil . I deny not but that these men , who always seek to do more than enough , may sometime happen on something that is good and great ...
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... cause we would make known No country's mirth is better than our own : No clime breeds better matter , for your bore , Shark , squire , impostor , many persons more , Whose manners , now called humours , feed the stage ; And which have ...
... cause we would make known No country's mirth is better than our own : No clime breeds better matter , for your bore , Shark , squire , impostor , many persons more , Whose manners , now called humours , feed the stage ; And which have ...
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... cause , forsooth ! you will insult , And claim a primacy in the divisions ! You must be chief ! as if you only had The powder to project with , and the work Were not begun out of equality ? The venture tripartite ? all things in common ...
... cause , forsooth ! you will insult , And claim a primacy in the divisions ! You must be chief ! as if you only had The powder to project with , and the work Were not begun out of equality ? The venture tripartite ? all things in common ...
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... causes ; A month's grief in a day , a year's in twelve ; And of what age soever , in a month : Past all the doses of your drugging doctors . I'll undertake , withal , to fright the plague Out of the kingdom in three months . Sur . And I ...
... causes ; A month's grief in a day , a year's in twelve ; And of what age soever , in a month : Past all the doses of your drugging doctors . I'll undertake , withal , to fright the plague Out of the kingdom in three months . Sur . And I ...
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... cause the blessing leave you , With your ungovern'd haste . I should be sorry To see my labours , not even at perfection , Got by long watching and large patience , Not prosper where my love and zeal hath placed them . Which ( heaven I ...
... cause the blessing leave you , With your ungovern'd haste . I should be sorry To see my labours , not even at perfection , Got by long watching and large patience , Not prosper where my love and zeal hath placed them . Which ( heaven I ...
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1st Avoc 2nd Avoc 3rd Avoc 4th Avoc afore Alken Ananias Ben Jonson captain Centaure Cler Clerimont Corb CORBACCIO Corv Corvino cozen Cutbeard Daup door doth Drug Drugger Earine ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faith father fear feast fellow fool fortune friends gentlemen give gold grace hast hath hear heir honour hope Karol kiss knave knight La-F La-Foole lady live look Lord madam Mammon Marian marry master doctor Master Truewit Maud Mavis Mellifleur Morose Mosca never pray Re-enter FACE Robin Hood Scathlock SCENE servant Silent Woman Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw speak SUBTLE sweet tell thee There's things thou art Tis true to-day told Tom Otter troth twill unto venison Volp VOLPONE Volt VOLTORE woman worship
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Página 271 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow . The world may find the spring by following her, For other print her airy steps ne'er left. Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west wind she shot along, And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot.
Página 301 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 29 - Fill'd with such pictures as Tiberius took From Elephantis, and dull Aretine But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses Cut in more subtle angles, to disperse And multiply the figures, as I walk Naked between my succubae. My mists I'll have of perfume, vapour'd 'bout the room, To lose ourselves in; and my baths, like pits To fall into; from whence we will come forth, And roll us dry in gossamer and roses.
Página 303 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much: ' Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Página 150 - Tis the beggar's virtue ; If thou hast wisdom, hear me, Celia. Thy baths shall be the juice of Julyflowers, Spirit of roses, and of violets, The milk of 'unicorns, and panthers' breath Gather'd in bags, and mix'd with Cretan wines.
Página 304 - The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room : Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Página 150 - Whilst we, in changed shapes, act Ovid's tales, Thou like Europa now, and I like Jove, Then I like Mars, and thou like Erycine; So of the rest, till we have quite run through, And wearied all the fables of the gods.
Página 8 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life!
Página 304 - For, if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers ; And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line ; And, though thou had'st small Latin and less Greek...
Página 310 - ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL*. Weep with me, all you that read This little story ; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.