The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Volume 2John Stockdale, Piccadilly, 1811 - English drama |
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... thou art sick of this cure , ( for the excess of delight may too much dilate thy soul ) thou shalt meet almost in every leaf a soft purling passion or spring of sorrow , so powerfully wrought high by the tears of innocence , and wronged ...
... thou art sick of this cure , ( for the excess of delight may too much dilate thy soul ) thou shalt meet almost in every leaf a soft purling passion or spring of sorrow , so powerfully wrought high by the tears of innocence , and wronged ...
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... thy virtues home to Rhodes . Thou , that with blood abroad buy'st us our peace ! The breath of kings is like the breath of gods ; My brother wish'd thee here , and thou art here . He will be too kind , and weary thee with Often welcomes ...
... thy virtues home to Rhodes . Thou , that with blood abroad buy'st us our peace ! The breath of kings is like the breath of gods ; My brother wish'd thee here , and thou art here . He will be too kind , and weary thee with Often welcomes ...
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... thou art faulty ; I sent for thee to exercise thine arms With me at Patria : Thou cam'st not , Diphilus ; ' Twas ill . Diph . My noble brother , my excuse Is my king's straight command ; which you , my lord , Can witness with me . Lys ...
... thou art faulty ; I sent for thee to exercise thine arms With me at Patria : Thou cam'st not , Diphilus ; ' Twas ill . Diph . My noble brother , my excuse Is my king's straight command ; which you , my lord , Can witness with me . Lys ...
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... Thou art my friend , but my disorder'd speech Cuts off my love . Amin . Thou art Melantius ; All love is spoke in that . A sacrifice , To thank the gods Melantius is return'd In safety ! Victory sits on his sword , [ dwell ; As she was ...
... Thou art my friend , but my disorder'd speech Cuts off my love . Amin . Thou art Melantius ; All love is spoke in that . A sacrifice , To thank the gods Melantius is return'd In safety ! Victory sits on his sword , [ dwell ; As she was ...
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... thy age , my And thorough all , cut that poor sickly week , Thou hast to live , away from thee . [ whore . Cal . Nay , I know you can fight for your Mel . Bate the king , and be he flesh and blood , He lyes , that says it ! Thy mother ...
... thy age , my And thorough all , cut that poor sickly week , Thou hast to live , away from thee . [ whore . Cal . Nay , I know you can fight for your Mel . Bate the king , and be he flesh and blood , He lyes , that says it ! Thy mother ...
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Page 381 - 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 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 xxvii - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
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 xlii - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Page x - Their plays are now the most pleasant and frequent entertainments of the stage; two of theirs being acted through the year for one of Shakespeare's or Jonson's...
Page xlix - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page xxv - Dire was the tossing, deep the groans : Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Page x - Shakespeare's or Jonson's: the reason is because there is a certain gaiety in their comedies, and pathos in their more serious plays which suits generally with all men's humours. Shakespeare's language is likewise a little obsolete, and Ben Jonson's wit comes short of theirs.
Page 357 - Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but lend Belief to that the Satyr tells, Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never better, nor more true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrels...