The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, Band 8Bickers and Son, 1875 |
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... Lord Ignorant • Thou call'st me poet , as a term of shame . 11. On Somebody that walks Somewhere At court I met it , in clothes brave enough . Page 148 149 my book . 149 149 12. On Lieutenant Shift 150 Shift , here in town , not meanest ...
... Lord Ignorant • Thou call'st me poet , as a term of shame . 11. On Somebody that walks Somewhere At court I met it , in clothes brave enough . Page 148 149 my book . 149 149 12. On Lieutenant Shift 150 Shift , here in town , not meanest ...
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... Lord Mounteagle Lo , what my country should have done , have raised . 174 174 174 175 61. To Fool , or Knave • 176 Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike . 62. To Fine Lady Would - be 176 Fine Madam Would - be , wherefore should you ...
... Lord Mounteagle Lo , what my country should have done , have raised . 174 174 174 175 61. To Fool , or Knave • 176 Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike . 62. To Fine Lady Would - be 176 Fine Madam Would - be , wherefore should you ...
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... Lord Chancellor Egerton Whilst thy weigh'd judgments , Egerton , I hear . 183 75. On Lippe , the Teacher 184 I cannot think there's that antipathy . 76. On Lucy , Countess of Bedford 185 This morning , timely rapt with holy fire . 77 ...
... Lord Chancellor Egerton Whilst thy weigh'd judgments , Egerton , I hear . 183 75. On Lippe , the Teacher 184 I cannot think there's that antipathy . 76. On Lucy , Countess of Bedford 185 This morning , timely rapt with holy fire . 77 ...
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... Lord Aubigny 227 Is there a hope that man would thankful be . · 128. To William Roe . · Roe , and my joy to name , thou'rt now to go . 129. To Mime 227 228 That not a pair of friends each other see . 130. To Alphonso Ferrabosco , on his ...
... Lord Aubigny 227 Is there a hope that man would thankful be . · 128. To William Roe . · Roe , and my joy to name , thou'rt now to go . 129. To Mime 227 228 That not a pair of friends each other see . 130. To Alphonso Ferrabosco , on his ...
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... Lord Burleigh , Lord High Treasurer of England If thou wouldst know the virtues of mankind . 380 49. An Epigram to Thomas , Lord Elesmere , the last Term he sat Chancellor So , justest lord , may all your judgments be . 381 50. Another ...
... Lord Burleigh , Lord High Treasurer of England If thou wouldst know the virtues of mankind . 380 49. An Epigram to Thomas , Lord Elesmere , the last Term he sat Chancellor So , justest lord , may all your judgments be . 381 50. Another ...
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Acci Æsop appears beauty Ben Jonson better brave call'd called canst CHLORIDIA countess countess of Bedford court dance dare death delight dost doth earl ears ELEGY envy epigram EPISTLE epitaph eyes fair fame fate father favour fear Fitz folio fool fortune Francis Beaumont give glory grace hath heart heaven honour Inigo Jones James Johp Jonson king lady learned light lines live look lord Love's lover Masque master mistress muse ne'er never noble PAN'S ANNIVERSARY person piece play poem poet poet's poetry praise prince queen reader rhyme Richard Brome Robert Wroth says scarce Shakspeare shew Sidney sing sir Henry sir Henry Carey sir Philip Sidney SONG soul speak spirit sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought triumph true truth unto verses virtue Vitruvius WHAL Whalley word worthy write
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Seite 318 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
Seite 318 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family.
Seite 315 - Above the ill fortune of them, or the need : I, therefore, will begin : — Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakspeare, rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser; or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room * : Thou art a monument without a tomb ; And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Seite 258 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Seite 294 - Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's...
Seite 423 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours, but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want.
Seite 393 - If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end, where I begun.
Seite 223 - WOULD'ST thou hear what man can say In a little ? reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault. Leave it buried in this vault. One name was ELIZABETH, The other let it sleep with death : Fitter, where it died, to tell, Than that it lived at all. Farewell 1 SONG.
Seite 220 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Seite 317 - Muses: For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.] And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek...