Plays and PoemsG. Routledge, 1895 - 320 páginas |
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... never more fair in the way to be cozened than in this age , in poetry , especially in plays : wherein now the concupiscence of dances and of antics so reigneth , as to run away from Nature and be afraid of her is the only point of Art ...
... never more fair in the way to be cozened than in this age , in poetry , especially in plays : wherein now the concupiscence of dances and of antics so reigneth , as to run away from Nature and be afraid of her is the only point of Art ...
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... never aim to grieve , but better , men ; Howe'er the age he lives in doth endure The vices that she breeds , above their cure . But when the wholesome remedies are sweet , And in their working gain and profit meet , He hopes to find no ...
... never aim to grieve , but better , men ; Howe'er the age he lives in doth endure The vices that she breeds , above their cure . But when the wholesome remedies are sweet , And in their working gain and profit meet , He hopes to find no ...
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... Never been known , past equi clibanum , The heat of horse - dung , under ground , in cellars , Or an ale - house darker than deaf John's ; been lost To all mankind but laundresses and tapsters , Had not I been . Dol . Do you know who ...
... Never been known , past equi clibanum , The heat of horse - dung , under ground , in cellars , Or an ale - house darker than deaf John's ; been lost To all mankind but laundresses and tapsters , Had not I been . Dol . Do you know who ...
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... never write good court - hand more , If I discover . What do you think of me , That I am a Chiause ? Face . What's that ? Dap . The Turk was here . As one would say , do you think I am a Turk ? Face . I'll tell the doctor so . Dap . Do ...
... never write good court - hand more , If I discover . What do you think of me , That I am a Chiause ? Face . What's that ? Dap . The Turk was here . As one would say , do you think I am a Turk ? Face . I'll tell the doctor so . Dap . Do ...
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... never set him : For he will have it . Face . You are mistaken , doctor . Why he does ask one but for cups and horses A rifling fly ; none of your great familiars . Dap . Yes , captain , I would have it for all games . Sub . I told you ...
... never set him : For he will have it . Face . You are mistaken , doctor . Why he does ask one but for cups and horses A rifling fly ; none of your great familiars . Dap . Yes , captain , I would have it for all games . Sub . I told you ...
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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.