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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Page xliii
... sweet look on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn ; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow . " - This is a most amiable picture of conjugal delicacy , but it may be justly objected that it draws the curtains of the marriage - bed ...
... sweet look on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn ; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow . " - This is a most amiable picture of conjugal delicacy , but it may be justly objected that it draws the curtains of the marriage - bed ...
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... sweet , Aluent , vein did gently run , As uncontrol'd and smoothly as the sun . After his death , our theatres did make Him in his own unequal language speak : And now , when all the muses out of their Approved modesty silent appear ...
... sweet , Aluent , vein did gently run , As uncontrol'd and smoothly as the sun . After his death , our theatres did make Him in his own unequal language speak : And now , when all the muses out of their Approved modesty silent appear ...
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... sweet , who is a happy lover . Or , if thou woo't , then call thine own En- dymion , From the sweet flow'ry bed he lies upon , On Latmus ' top , thy pale beams drawn away ; And of this long night let him make a day . Cinth . Thou dream ...
... sweet , who is a happy lover . Or , if thou woo't , then call thine own En- dymion , From the sweet flow'ry bed he lies upon , On Latmus ' top , thy pale beams drawn away ; And of this long night let him make a day . Cinth . Thou dream ...
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... sweet and sound- Diph . What's that ? Amin . Your sister frets [ Aside . [ me , This morning ; and does turn her eyes upon As people on their headsman . She does chafe , And kiss , and chafe again , and clap my cheeks : She's in another ...
... sweet and sound- Diph . What's that ? Amin . Your sister frets [ Aside . [ me , This morning ; and does turn her eyes upon As people on their headsman . She does chafe , And kiss , and chafe again , and clap my cheeks : She's in another ...
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... sweet words from thy sister's mouth , I am afraid would make me take her [ deed , To embrace , and pardon her . I am mad , in- And know not what I do . Yet , have a care Of me in what thou dost . Mel . Why , thinks my friend will forget ...
... sweet words from thy sister's mouth , I am afraid would make me take her [ deed , To embrace , and pardon her . I am mad , in- And know not what I do . Yet , have a care Of me in what thou dost . Mel . Why , thinks my friend will forget ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.