Beaumont and Fletcher: Or, The Finest Scenes, Lyrics, and Other Beauties of Those Two Poets, Now First Selected from the Whole of Their Works, to the Exclusion of Whatever is Morally Objectionable: with Opinions of Distinguished Critics, Notes Explanatory and Otherwise, and a General Introductory Preface

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Сторінка 359 - 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...
Сторінка 156 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Сторінка 362 - 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.
Сторінка 236 - Here be woods as green As any, air likewise as fresh and sweet As when smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet Face of the curled streams, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells; Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines, caves and dells; Choose where thou wilt...
Сторінка 359 - 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 ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty...
Сторінка 239 - I am this fountain's god ; below My waters to a river grow, And 'twixt two banks with osiers set, That only prosper in the wet, Through the meadows do they glide...
Сторінка 357 - MORTALITY, behold and fear What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones ; Here they lie, had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands, Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust They preach, «In greatness is no trust».
Сторінка 13 - Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by, made by himself, Of many several flowers, bred in the...
Сторінка 54 - My whole life is so leprous, it infects All my repentance : I would buy your pardon Though at the highest set, even with my life. That slight contrition, that's no sacrifice For what I have committed. Amin. Sure I dazzle : There cannot be a faith in that foul woman, That knows no god more mighty than her mischiefs. Thou dost still worse, still number on thy faults, To press my poor heart thus. Can I believe There's any seed of virtue in that woman Left to shoot up, that dares go on in sin Known,...
Сторінка 357 - Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest, royal'st seed, That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin; Here the bones of birth have cried, "Though gods they were, as men they died"; Here are sands, ignoble things Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings.

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