A Select Collection of Old Plays: Gammer Gurton's needle

J. Nichols, 1780

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Seite 334 - This which I urge is of a burning zeal To mend the king and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As...
Seite 386 - Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, That bloody man? — Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care.
Seite 315 - Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay...
Seite 413 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for MOrtimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Seite 309 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear ; For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Seite 336 - He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn. Did never sorrow go so near my heart As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston ; And could my crown's revenue bring him back, I would freely give it to his enemies, And think I gain'd, having bought so dear a friend.
Seite 118 - ... be melted into the weak conceits of love. Aristotle told him there were many worlds, and that he hath not conquered one that gapeth for all galleth Alexander. But here he cometh.
Seite 415 - The troublesome | raigne and lamentable death of | Edward the second, King of | England: with the tragicall | fall of proud Mortimer...
Seite 329 - And only this torments my wretched soul, That, whether I will or no, thou must depart. Be governor of Ireland in my stead, And there abide till fortune call thee home. Here, take my picture, and let me wear thine: [They exchange pictures. O, might I keep thee here, as I do this, Happy were I ! but now most miserable.
Seite 17 - quoth Hodge, thinking thereby to have fire without doubt; With that Gib shut her two eyes, and so the fire was out. And by and by them opened, even as they were before; With that the sparks appeared, even as they had done of yore; And even as Hodge blew the fire (as he did think...

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