The devil is an ass ; The staple of news ; The new inn: or, The light heart ; Ode (to himself) ; An answer to the ode (by Owen Feltham) ; An answer to Ben Jonson's ode (by T. Randolph) ; To Ben Jonson (by T. Carew) ; Ode to Ben Jonson (by J. Cleveland)

Bickers and Son, 1875

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Seite 154 - 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 469 - 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 415 - 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 313 - 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 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.
Seite 368 - With what can love me again : not with the walls, Doors, windows, architraves, the frieze, and cornice. My end is lost in loving of a face, An eye, lip, nose, hand, foot, or other part, Whose all is but a statue, if the mind Move not, which only can make the return. The end of love, is to have two made one In will, and in affection, that the minds Be first inoculated, not the bodies.
Seite 453 - My lady Drank to him for fashion sake, or to please Master Wellborn; As I live, he rises, and takes up a dish In which there were some remnants of a boil'd capon, And pledges her in white broth ! FURN.
Seite 151 - Yes, on the stage; we are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen. My gossip Tattle here, and gossip Expectation, and my gossip Censure, and I am Mirth, the daughter of Christmas, and spirit of Shrovetide. They say, It's merry when gossips meet; / hope your play will be a merry one.

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