Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes, Volumen1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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... husband's thoughts , Than this fair woman's words and notes to mine . May that sweet plain that bears her pleasant weight , Be still enamell'd with discolour'd flowers ; That precious fount bear sand of purest gold ; And for the pebble ...
... husband's thoughts , Than this fair woman's words and notes to mine . May that sweet plain that bears her pleasant weight , Be still enamell'd with discolour'd flowers ; That precious fount bear sand of purest gold ; And for the pebble ...
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... husband , O my father , if poor I Must not live chaste , then let me chastely die . Fath . Aye , here's a charm shall keep thee chaste , Old time hath left us but an hour to play [ come , come , Our parts ; begin the scene ; who shall ...
... husband , O my father , if poor I Must not live chaste , then let me chastely die . Fath . Aye , here's a charm shall keep thee chaste , Old time hath left us but an hour to play [ come , come , Our parts ; begin the scene ; who shall ...
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... husband , and the great mirth and edification of the King and his courtiers . As Hamlet says , they do but " poison in jest . " The sentiments are worthy of a real martyr- dom , and an Appian sacrifice in earnest . ] THE HONEST WHORE ...
... husband , and the great mirth and edification of the King and his courtiers . As Hamlet says , they do but " poison in jest . " The sentiments are worthy of a real martyr- dom , and an Appian sacrifice in earnest . ] THE HONEST WHORE ...
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... husband , though I knew the same To be my undoing , follow'd I that game . Oh when the work of lust had earn'd my bread , To taste it how I trembled , lest each bit Ere it went down should choke me chewing it . My bed seem'd like a ...
... husband , though I knew the same To be my undoing , follow'd I that game . Oh when the work of lust had earn'd my bread , To taste it how I trembled , lest each bit Ere it went down should choke me chewing it . My bed seem'd like a ...
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... husband , arrives to take a last of murder , is brought to a ed all you blessed saints i thee in thy death ; nd speaks ; supposed dead . suffer on a in heaven + Fiddles . 77 In dangerous arms , Venice ' Providetore . He was. SATIATE ...
... husband , arrives to take a last of murder , is brought to a ed all you blessed saints i thee in thy death ; nd speaks ; supposed dead . suffer on a in heaven + Fiddles . 77 In dangerous arms , Venice ' Providetore . He was. SATIATE ...
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Alaham Appius beauty blessing blood breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Carracus cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE Corb Corv dead dear death devil dost doth Duch DUCHESS OF MALFY earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire give GORBODUC grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HONEST WHORE honor hope husband Jacin JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel Lady live look Lord Madam methinks Mont Moth mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion pity pleasure poor pray prince prithee revenge rich scorn Shakspeare shame shew sister Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto virtue weep what's Wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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Página 192 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Página 208 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Página 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Página 28 - Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus Than pitied in a Christian poverty ; For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which, methinks, fits not their profession.
Página 32 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg; I'll have them fill the public schools with silk...
Página 35 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
Página 193 - So I were out of your whispering. Tell my brothers That I perceive death, now I am well awake, Best gift is they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault, I'd not be tedious to you. . . . Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down Heaven upon me: — Yet stay; Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
Página 30 - He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss, And this the man that in his study sits.
Página 26 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief.
Página 20 - Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets...