Life of Francis Beaumont. Life of John Fletcher. Prefaces. Commendatory poems. Verses on an honest man's fortune. Beaumont's letter to Jonson. Last editor's preface. Maid's tragedy. Philaster. King and no king. Scornful lady. Custom of the country. Elder brother. Spanish curate. Wit without money. Beggar's bush. Humorous lieutenant. Faithful shepherdess. Mad lover. Loyal subject. Rule a wife and have a wife. Laws of candy. False oneJohn Stockdale, 1811 |
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... there , and there's room . Mel . I thank you , Sir . When I have seen you plac'd , madam , I must attend the king ; but , the masque done , I'll wait on you again . Diag . Stand back there - room for my lord Melantius - pray , bear back ...
... there , and there's room . Mel . I thank you , Sir . When I have seen you plac'd , madam , I must attend the king ; but , the masque done , I'll wait on you again . Diag . Stand back there - room for my lord Melantius - pray , bear back ...
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... There's not an altar that will smoke In praise of thee ; we will adopt us sons ; Then virtue shall inherit , and not ... there be in it all the binding words Devils and conjurers can put together , And I will take it . I have sworn ...
... There's not an altar that will smoke In praise of thee ; we will adopt us sons ; Then virtue shall inherit , and not ... there be in it all the binding words Devils and conjurers can put together , And I will take it . I have sworn ...
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... There's a rogue too ; A young dissembling slave ! Well , get you in ! I'll have a bout with that boy . " Tis high time Now to be valiant : I confess my youth [ ass ? Was never prone that way . What , made an A court - stale ? Well , I ...
... There's a rogue too ; A young dissembling slave ! Well , get you in ! I'll have a bout with that boy . " Tis high time Now to be valiant : I confess my youth [ ass ? Was never prone that way . What , made an A court - stale ? Well , I ...
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... there is Divinity about you , that strikes dead My rising passions ; ] So Shakespeare said , before our Poets , in his Hamlet & Let him go , Gertrude ; do not fear our person : There's such divinity doth hedge a king , That treason can ...
... there is Divinity about you , that strikes dead My rising passions ; ] So Shakespeare said , before our Poets , in his Hamlet & Let him go , Gertrude ; do not fear our person : There's such divinity doth hedge a king , That treason can ...
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... There were thousand Easy to work on , and of state enough , [ tools Within the island . Evad . I would not have a ... There's no one blow , That thou canst give , hath strength enough to kill me . Tempt me not so far then : The pow'r ...
... There were thousand Easy to work on , and of state enough , [ tools Within the island . Evad . I would not have a ... There's no one blow , That thou canst give , hath strength enough to kill me . Tempt me not so far then : The pow'r ...
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الصفحة xcii - 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...
الصفحة lxxxix - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
الصفحة 399 - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
الصفحة 389 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
الصفحة xxxi - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
الصفحة xxxv - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
الصفحة 9 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
الصفحة 378 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love) How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she...
الصفحة 54 - I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone ; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts, Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight ! [Exit, Are.
الصفحة 67 - I have wrong'd thee, and as much of joy That I repent it, issue from mine eyes; Let them appease thee. Take thy right; take her; She is thy right too; and forget to urge My vexed soul with that I did before.