The Chief Elizabethan Dramatists, Excluding ShakespeareWilliam Allan Neilson Houghton Mifflin, 1911 - 878 sider |
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Side 76 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Side 567 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Side 150 - This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Side 289 - Men of your large profession, that could speak To every cause, and things mere contraries, Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law; That, with most quick agility, could turn, And...
Side 215 - Learn to be wise, and practise how to thrive; That would I have you do: and not to spend Your coin on every bauble that you fancy, Or every foolish brain that humours you. I would not have you to invade each place, Nor thrust yourself on all societies, Till men's affections, or your own desert, Should worthily invite you to your rank. He that is so respectless in his courses, Oft sells his reputation at cheap market. Nor would I, you should melt away yourself In flashing bravery, lest, while you...
Side 150 - 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.
Side 292 - Here has been Voltore, here were others too, I cannot number 'em, they were so many ; All gaping here for legacies : but I, Taking the vantage of his naming you, Signior Corvino, Signior Corvino, took Paper, and pen, and ink, and there I ask'd him, Whom he would have his heir ? Corvino. Who Should be executor ? Corvino. And, To any question he was silent to, I still interpreted the nods he made, Through weakness, for consent : and sent home th' others, Nothing bequeath'd them, but to cry and curse.*...
Side 143 - Could not but take compassion of my state. Stately and proud, in riches and in train, Whilom I was, powerful and full of pomp : But what is he whom rule and empery Have not in life or death made miserable...
Side 567 - With a feign'd pilgrimage, and dress'd myself In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and understanding well, That when I made discovery of my sex, I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known...
Side 142 - Now, lords, our loving friends and countrymen, Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds! Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left, To cope with friends at home; a heavy case When force to force is knit, and sword and glaive In civil broils make kin and countrymen Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides With their own weapons gore!