| John Addington Symonds - 1898 - 216 páginas
...recourse of wits to that Phcebean chamber of the Devil in sweet numbers:— To him how daily flocked, what reverence gave, All that had wit or would be thought to have, Or hope to gain, and in so large a store That to his ashes they can pay no more, Except those few who censuring... | |
| Thomas Ebenezer Webb - 1902 - 350 páginas
...friends. Falkland, in the elegy which he wrote upon his death, exclaims, To him how daily flocked, what reverence gave, All that had wit, or would be thought to have ! In short, Jonson among the men of his day occupied a position of literary supremacy similar to that... | |
| Sir John Arthur Ransome Marriott - 1907 - 428 páginas
...classes and conditions of men continued to pay reverence to the great poet : — To him how daily flockt, what reverence gave All that had wit, or would be thought to have. How the wise, too, did with meere wits agree As Pembroke, Portland, and grave Aubigny ; Nor thought... | |
| Ben Jonson - 1912 - 594 páginas
...death-bed, were consecrated by the frequent resort of the wise and good :— " To HIM how daily flock'd, what reverence gave All that had wit, or would be thought to have ; How the wise too did with mere wits agree : As Pembroke, Portland, and grave D'Aubigny ; Nor thought... | |
| 1918 - 492 páginas
...deathbed, were consecrated by the frequent resort of the wise and good : — " To HIM how daily flock'd, what reverence gave All that had wit, or would be thought to have ; How the wise too did with mere wits agree : As Pembroke, Portland, and grave D' Aubigny ; * This... | |
| Jesse Franklin Bradley - 1922 - 486 páginas
...daily flock'd, what reverence gave, All that had wit, or would be thought to have, Or hope to gain, and in so large a store, That to his ashes they can...glory from so great a foe: How the wise too, did with mere wits agree, As Pembroke, Portland, and grave Aubigny; Nor thought the rigid'st senator a shame,... | |
| Jesse Franklin Bradley, Joseph Quincy Adams - 1922 - 492 páginas
...could know it, reap'd his fame, And long out-liv'd the envy of his name: To him how daily flock'd, what reverence gave, All that had wit, or would be thought to have, Or hope to gain, and in so large a store, That to his ashes they can pay no more, Except those few who censuring,... | |
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