Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes |
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... eyes Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But ...
... eyes Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But ...
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... eyes ev'n now unclosed , Beheld the queen , and cried to her for help ; We then , alas ! the ladies which that time ... eye methought He fix'd upon my face , which to my death Will never part from me , -wherewith abraid3 A deep - fetch'd ...
... eyes ev'n now unclosed , Beheld the queen , and cried to her for help ; We then , alas ! the ladies which that time ... eye methought He fix'd upon my face , which to my death Will never part from me , -wherewith abraid3 A deep - fetch'd ...
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... eye , That bow'd the head - piece of thy friendly foe ! How oft in arms on horse to bend the mace , How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again ! Arost . Madam , alas ! in vain these plaints are ...
... eye , That bow'd the head - piece of thy friendly foe ! How oft in arms on horse to bend the mace , How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again ! Arost . Madam , alas ! in vain these plaints are ...
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... eyes Shall serve as crystal , wherein thou mayst see To dress thyself ; if thou wilt smile on me . Smile on me ; and with coronets of pearl And bells of gold , circling their pretty arms , In a round ivory fount these two shall swim ...
... eyes Shall serve as crystal , wherein thou mayst see To dress thyself ; if thou wilt smile on me . Smile on me ; and with coronets of pearl And bells of gold , circling their pretty arms , In a round ivory fount these two shall swim ...
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... eyes , I never believed that it was anything more than a pleasant burlesque of Mine Ancient's . But I assure my ... eye of heaven , And blow the morning from their nostrils , Making their fiery gate above the clouds , Are not so honour'd ...
... eyes , I never believed that it was anything more than a pleasant burlesque of Mine Ancient's . But I assure my ... eye of heaven , And blow the morning from their nostrils , Making their fiery gate above the clouds , Are not so honour'd ...
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Page 36 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Page 202 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Page 84 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Page 26 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Page 34 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
Page 29 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
Page 27 - Rather had I a Jew be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty : For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which methinks fits not their profession. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
Page 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Page 306 - Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Page 308 - In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed 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, Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seemed, that I might ever Abide with...