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... sound mind and memorie , doe make my last Will and Testament in manner and forme followeing . Imprimis , I give and bequeath my soule into the handes of Almightie God , my Maker and Redeemer , and my bodie to be buried in Christian ...
... sound mind and memorie , doe make my last Will and Testament in manner and forme followeing . Imprimis , I give and bequeath my soule into the handes of Almightie God , my Maker and Redeemer , and my bodie to be buried in Christian ...
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... sound carouse unto your health of wit . But O ! the heathy drynesse of her braine , Foyle to your fertile spirits , is asham'd To breath her blushing numbers to such eares ; Yet ( most ingenious ) deigne to vaile our wants . With sleek ...
... sound carouse unto your health of wit . But O ! the heathy drynesse of her braine , Foyle to your fertile spirits , is asham'd To breath her blushing numbers to such eares ; Yet ( most ingenious ) deigne to vaile our wants . With sleek ...
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John Marston. ACTUS PRIMUS . Ant . The Cornets sound a battle within . II EART , wilt not break ? and thou abhorred life , Wilt thou still breath in my enraged bloud ? Vaines , synewes , arteries , why crack yee not ? Burst and divul'st ...
John Marston. ACTUS PRIMUS . Ant . The Cornets sound a battle within . II EART , wilt not break ? and thou abhorred life , Wilt thou still breath in my enraged bloud ? Vaines , synewes , arteries , why crack yee not ? Burst and divul'st ...
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... sound a flourish ; cease . Harke how Piero's triumphs beat the ayre ; O , rugged mischiefe , how thou grat'st my heart ! Take spirit , blood ; disguise , be confident ; Make a firme stand ; here rests the hope of all , - Lower than hell ...
... sound a flourish ; cease . Harke how Piero's triumphs beat the ayre ; O , rugged mischiefe , how thou grat'st my heart ! Take spirit , blood ; disguise , be confident ; Make a firme stand ; here rests the hope of all , - Lower than hell ...
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... Sound policy ; sweete lord . Feli . Confusion to these limber sycophants . No sooner mischief's borne in regency , But flattery christens it with policy . [ Tacite . Pie . Why then ; O me Celitum excelsissimum ! ACT I. ] 11 ANTONIO AND ...
... Sound policy ; sweete lord . Feli . Confusion to these limber sycophants . No sooner mischief's borne in regency , But flattery christens it with policy . [ Tacite . Pie . Why then ; O me Celitum excelsissimum ! ACT I. ] 11 ANTONIO AND ...
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Page 71 - Who winks and shuts his apprehension up From common sense of what men were and are, Who would not know what men must be — let such Hurry amain from our black-visaged shows : We shall affright their eyes.
Page 130 - I ha' but played a part Like to some boy that acts a tragedy, Speaks burly words and raves out passion; But when he thinks upon his infant weakness, He droops his eye. I spake more than a god, Yet am less than a man.
Page 127 - Screch't out so lowd that he brought back her soule, Calde her againe, that her bright eyes gan ope, And starde upon him. He, audatious foole, Dar'd kisse her hand, wisht her soft rest, lov'd bride ; She fumbled out, thanks good, and so she dide.
Page xiii - He had many quarrells with Marston, beat him, and took his pistol from him, wrote his Poetaster on him; the beginning of them were, that Marston represented him in the stage, in his youth given to venerie.
Page 241 - Phantusia incomplexa — is a function Even of the bright immortal part of man. It is the common passe, the sacred dore, Unto the prive chamber of the soule; That bar'd, nought passeth past the baser court Of outward scence by it th' inamorate Most lively thinkes he sees the absent beauties Of his lov'd mistres.
Page 303 - ... rose. Page 231, line 32. My pretty peate. — Peat, a term of endearment for a delicate person. " I overtook the wench, a pretty peat,
Page xi - I ask't Phisitions what their counsell was For a mad dogge, or for a mankind asse ? They told me, though there were confections store Of poppie-seede and soveraigne hellebore.
Page 71 - HE rawish danke of clumzie winter ramps The fluent summers vaine ; and drizling sleete Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numd earth, Whilst snarling gusts nibble the juyceles leaves, From the nak't shuddring branch ; and pils the skinne From off the soft and delicate aspectes. O now, me thinks, a sullen tragick sceane Would suite the time, with pleasing congruence.^ May we be happie in our weake devoyer, And all parte pleas'd in most wisht content ; But sweate of Hercules can nere beget So blest...
Page 79 - bout the couch of night; And now Auroras horse trots azure rings, Breathing faire light about the firmament. Stand, what's that ? Mat. And if a horned divell should burst forth, I would passe on him with a mortall stocke. Alb. Oh, a horned divell would proove ominous Unto a bridegroomes eyes. Mat. A horned divell ? Good : ha, ha, ha !—very good ! Alb. Good tand prince, laugh not. By the joyes of love, When thou dost girne, thy rusty face doth looke Like the head of a rosted rabbit: fie upont.
Page 251 - t had free will Or no, hot philosophers Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, I stagger'd, knew not which was firmer part, But thought, quoted, read, observ'd and pryed, Stufft noting-books : and still my spaniel slept. At length he wak'd, and yawned ; and by yon sky, For aught I know he knew as much as I.