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... very play , ( the Lover's Melancholy , ) says , " Nor seek I praise for thee , when thine own pen Hath forced a praise long since from knowing men . " names of three pieces hitherto unnoticed , in which he xii INTRODUCTION .
... very play , ( the Lover's Melancholy , ) says , " Nor seek I praise for thee , when thine own pen Hath forced a praise long since from knowing men . " names of three pieces hitherto unnoticed , in which he xii INTRODUCTION .
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... thine Auria first , Castanna . Before we kiss , receive This caution from thine Auria ; first - Castanna , Let us bid farewell . He is about to speak when he perceives his sister , whom he desires to remove out of hearing , and ...
... thine Auria first , Castanna . Before we kiss , receive This caution from thine Auria ; first - Castanna , Let us bid farewell . He is about to speak when he perceives his sister , whom he desires to remove out of hearing , and ...
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... thine own pen Hath forced a praise long since , from knowing men . I speak my thoughts , and wish unto the stage A glory from thy studies ; that the age May be indebted to thee , for reprieve Of purer language , and that spite may ...
... thine own pen Hath forced a praise long since , from knowing men . I speak my thoughts , and wish unto the stage A glory from thy studies ; that the age May be indebted to thee , for reprieve Of purer language , and that spite may ...
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... thine own scourge . Thou would'st hang thyself , so wretchedly miserable thou art , but that no man will trust thee with as much money as will buy a halter ; and all thy stock to be sold is not worth half as much as may procure it . Rhe ...
... thine own scourge . Thou would'st hang thyself , so wretchedly miserable thou art , but that no man will trust thee with as much money as will buy a halter ; and all thy stock to be sold is not worth half as much as may procure it . Rhe ...
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... thine ear , gallant ; I'll keep the old man in chat , whilst thou gabblest to the girl : my thumb's upon my lips ; not a word . Amet . I need not fear thee , Rhetias . - Sister , soon Expect us ; this day we will range the city . Tha ...
... thine ear , gallant ; I'll keep the old man in chat , whilst thou gabblest to the girl : my thumb's upon my lips ; not a word . Amet . I need not fear thee , Rhetias . - Sister , soon Expect us ; this day we will range the city . Tha ...
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Amet AMETHUS Amyc AMYCLAS Annabella ARETUS Armostes Bass Bassanes beauty Bian Bianca blood brother Calantha Cleo Cleophila Colona court Crot D'Av D'Avolos dare doth Duke Enter Eroclea Euphranea Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fern Fernando Fior FIORMONDA fool Friar Giacopo Giov grace Gril hath heart heaven Here's honour hope Ilsington is't Ithocles JOHN FORD Jonson Kala kiss lady Lady's Trial live lord Love's Love's Sacrifice Lover's Melancholy madam marriage Maur Mauruccio means Melancholy Menaphon mistress NEARCHUS never noble old copy reads Orgilus Parthenophill PELIAS Penthea Perkin Warbeck pity poet Poggio pray prince Prophilus PUTANA Rhetias Roseilli SCENE sense sister Soranzo soul Sparta speak Sun's Darling sweet tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought truth Vasques vows Weber Witch of Edmonton word youth
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Page 187 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed...
Page 95 - An age of pleasures, revelled out, comes home At last, and ends in sorrow ; but the life, Weary of riot, numbers every sand, Wailing in sighs, until the last drop down ; So to conclude calamity in rest.
Page 320 - Shall fall in cinders, scorch'd by your disdain, Ere he will dare, poor man, to ope an eye On these divine looks, but with low-bent thoughts Accusing such presumption : as for words, He dares not utter any but of service ; Yet this lost creature loves you.
Page lxii - Salt-Hill, where I usually spent a part of the summer, and thus became a neighbour of that great and good man, Jacob Bryant, who kindly encouraged me to visit him. Here the conversation turned one morning on a Greek criticism by Dr. Johnson, in some volume lying on the table, which I ventured (for I was then young) to deem incorrect, and pointed it out to him. I could not help thinking that he was somewhat of my opinion ; but he was cautious and reserved. " But, sir," said I, willing to overcome...
Page 187 - Is forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never die ; there lies the wanton On racks of burning steel, whilst in his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. — Ann. Mercy ! oh mercy ! Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years in lawless And secret incests, cursing one another...
Page 279 - Apartment. Enter ITHOCLES. Ith. Ambition ! 'tis of vipers' breed : it gnaws A passage through the womb that gave it motion. Ambition, like a seeled ' dove, mounts upward, Higher and higher still, to perch on clouds, But tumbles headlong down with heavier ruin. So squibs and crackers fly into the air, Then, only breaking with a noise, they vanish In stench and smoke.
Page 363 - My sovereign as his liegeman ; on my mistress As a devoted servant ; and on Ithocles As if no brave, yet no unworthy enemy : Nor did I use an engine to entrap His life out of a slavish fear to combat Youth, strength, or cunning ; but for that I durst not Engage the goodness of a cause on fortune By which his name might have outfaced my vengeance. Oh, Tecnicus, inspired with Phoebus...
Page 130 - Shall a peevish sound, A customary form, from man to man, Of brother and of sister, be a bar Twixt my perpetual happiness and me? Say that we had one father, say one womb (Curse to my joys) gave both us life and birth; Are we not therefore each to other bound 30 So much the more by nature?
Page 291 - If ever thou didst harbour worthy love, Dare not to answer. My good Genius guide me, That I may never see thee more ! — Go from me ! Org.
Page 317 - Heaven will reward your piety and thank it, When I am dead ; for sure I must not live ; I hope I cannot.