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... fall , or a street be fired , A foolish lover hang himself for pure love , Or any such like accident ; and before They are cold in their graves , some damn'd ditty's made , Which makes their ghosts walk . " - MASSINGER . The Bondman ...
... fall , or a street be fired , A foolish lover hang himself for pure love , Or any such like accident ; and before They are cold in their graves , some damn'd ditty's made , Which makes their ghosts walk . " - MASSINGER . The Bondman ...
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... falls into disgrace with the Viceroy , is stripped of all his plunder , sinks into despair , consigns himself to ... fall he had been participant . Like a hundred similar passages in the old plays , and old sermons too , it proves ...
... falls into disgrace with the Viceroy , is stripped of all his plunder , sinks into despair , consigns himself to ... fall he had been participant . Like a hundred similar passages in the old plays , and old sermons too , it proves ...
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... fall about our heels . Theoph . The gold you earn is here ; dam up And no words of it . [ your mouths , Hir . No ; nor no words from you of too much damning neither . I know women sell themselves daily , and are hacknied out for silver ...
... fall about our heels . Theoph . The gold you earn is here ; dam up And no words of it . [ your mouths , Hir . No ; nor no words from you of too much damning neither . I know women sell themselves daily , and are hacknied out for silver ...
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... fall : In this life he's my servant , in the other A wish'd companion . Ang . ' Tis not in the devil , Nor all his wicked arts , to shake such goodness . Dor . But you were speaking , lady . Cal . As a friend And lover of your safety ...
... fall : In this life he's my servant , in the other A wish'd companion . Ang . ' Tis not in the devil , Nor all his wicked arts , to shake such goodness . Dor . But you were speaking , lady . Cal . As a friend And lover of your safety ...
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... fall , Fall thick upon it ; and , when that is spent , I'll help it with another of my tears : And may your true repentance prove the child Of my true sorrow , never mother had A birth so happy ! Cal . We are caught ourselves , That ...
... fall , Fall thick upon it ; and , when that is spent , I'll help it with another of my tears : And may your true repentance prove the child Of my true sorrow , never mother had A birth so happy ! Cal . We are caught ourselves , That ...
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Page 37 - 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 With toads and adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold...
Page 45 - What danger's half so great as thy revolt ? Thou art a faithless sister, else thou know'st, Malice, or any treachery beside, / Would stoop to my bent brows : why, I hold fate Clasp'd in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
Page 45 - What, chang'd so soon ! hath your new sprightly lord Found out a trick in night-games more than we Could know, in our simplicity? — Ha! is't so? Or does the fit come on you, to prove treacherous To your past vows and oaths ? Ann.
Page xxxviii - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 296 - Thou art incredulous; but thou shalt dine Not alone at her house, but with a gallant lady; With me, and with a lady. Mar. Lady! what lady? With the Lady of the Lake, or queen of fairies?
Page 7 - Handfuls of gold but to behold thy parents. I would leave kingdoms, were I queen of some, To dwell with thy good father ; for, the son Bewitching me so deeply with his presence, He that begot him must do't ten times more.
Page xxi - Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 3 - Whom art had never taught clefs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice : To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly, So many voluntaries, and so quick, That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing...
Page 310 - Sir Giles Overreach, how is it with Your honourable daughter ? Has her honour Slept well to-night? or, will her honour please To accept this monkey, dog, or paraquit,5 (This is state in ladies), or my eldest son To be her page, and wait upon her trencher...
Page 295 - Twas I that gave him fashion; mine the sword, That did on all occasions second his ; I brought him on and off with honour, lady; And when in all men's judgments he was sunk, And, in his own hopes, not to be buoy'd up, I stepp'd unto him, took him by the hand, And set him upright.