The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, Band 5Bickers and Son, 1875 |
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... never made , sir , For threescore pound , I assure you : ' twill yield thirty . The plush , sir , cost three pound ten shillings a yard : And then the lace and velvet ! Fitz . I shall , Engine , Be look'd at , prettily , in it : art ...
... never made , sir , For threescore pound , I assure you : ' twill yield thirty . The plush , sir , cost three pound ten shillings a yard : And then the lace and velvet ! Fitz . I shall , Engine , Be look'd at , prettily , in it : art ...
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... never taught you These pleasant matches . Wit . No , nor can his mirth , With whom I make them , put me off . Fitz . You are Resolved then ? Wit . Yes , sir . Fitz . Beauty is the saint , You'll sacrifice your self into the shirt to ...
... never taught you These pleasant matches . Wit . No , nor can his mirth , With whom I make them , put me off . Fitz . You are Resolved then ? Wit . Yes , sir . Fitz . Beauty is the saint , You'll sacrifice your self into the shirt to ...
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... never fair one was so fond to lose , Who could but reach a hand forth to her freedom . On the first sight I loved you , since which time , Though I have travell'd , I have been in travail More for this second blessing of your eyes ...
... never fair one was so fond to lose , Who could but reach a hand forth to her freedom . On the first sight I loved you , since which time , Though I have travell'd , I have been in travail More for this second blessing of your eyes ...
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... never want her ! Coin her out of cobwebs , Dust , but I'll have her ! raise wool upon egg shells , Sir , and make grass grow out of marrow - bones , To make her come . - Commend me to your mistress . [ To 1 Attendant . Say , let the ...
... never want her ! Coin her out of cobwebs , Dust , but I'll have her ! raise wool upon egg shells , Sir , and make grass grow out of marrow - bones , To make her come . - Commend me to your mistress . [ To 1 Attendant . Say , let the ...
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... never loses sight of verisimilitude , is somewhat modest in his cata- logue of projects ; but his contemporaries wanton in their exposure of those pernicious follies . The Court Beggar of Brome is solely directed against them ; and in ...
... never loses sight of verisimilitude , is somewhat modest in his cata- logue of projects ; but his contemporaries wanton in their exposure of those pernicious follies . The Court Beggar of Brome is solely directed against them ; and in ...
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Seite 152 - Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it : his mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Seite 64 - And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Seite 129 - The laudable use of forks, Brought into custom here, as they are in Italy, To the sparing of napkins: that, that should have made Your bellows go at the forge, as his at the furnace.
Seite 465 - I could not get one bit of bread, Whereby my hunger might be fed : Nor drink, but such as channels yield, Or stinking ditches in the field. Thus weary of my life, at lengthe I yielded up my vital strength, Within a ditch of loathsome scent, Where carrion dogs did much frequent : The which now since my dying daye, Is Shoreditch call'd as writers saye,* Which is a witness of my sinne, For being concubine to a King.
Seite 411 - Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age, Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair of wit, Indicting and arraigning every day Something they call a play.
Seite 440 - For while with their knife, which they hold in one hand, they cut the meat out of the dish, they fasten their fork, which they hold in their other hand, upon the same dish...
Seite 155 - The maker hath not so ; he'd have you wise, Much rather by your ears, than by your eyes; And prays you'll not prejudge his play for ill, Because you mark it not, and sit not still; But have a longing to salute, or talk With such a female, and from her to walk With your discourse, to what is done, and where, How, and by whom, in all the town, but here.
Seite 311 - Call you that desperate, which by a line Of institution, from our ancestors Hath been derived down to us, and received In a succession, for the noblest way Of breeding up our youth, in letters, arms, Fair mien, discourses, civil exercise, And all the blazon of a gentleman ? Where can he learn to vault, to ride, to fence, To move his body gracefuller; to speak His language purer ; or to tune his mind, Or manners, more to the harmony of nature, Than in the nurseries of nobility ? " Host. Ay, that was...
Seite 64 - Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o...
Seite 69 - Robinson, A very pretty fellow, and comes often To a gentleman's chamber, a friend of mine. We had The merriest supper of it there, one night, The gentleman's landlady invited him To a gossip's feast: now, he, sir, brought Dick Robinson, Drest like a lawyer's wife, amongs 'em all: I lent him clothes.