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Cartwright , A princely gift : But , fir , it comes too late : Like sun beams on the
blasted blossoms , do Your favours fall . Suckling's Brennoral . ) " Gripe , to me all
, when he is dead , will give ; Will part with nothing while he is alive : What thanks
is ...
Cartwright , A princely gift : But , fir , it comes too late : Like sun beams on the
blasted blossoms , do Your favours fall . Suckling's Brennoral . ) " Gripe , to me all
, when he is dead , will give ; Will part with nothing while he is alive : What thanks
is ...
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Nor will not look upon the learned ferouls , Which without practice do experience
give : But whilft base Noth each better care controuls , Are dead in ignorance ,
intomb'd alive : ' Twixt beasts , and such , the différence is but small ; They , use ...
Nor will not look upon the learned ferouls , Which without practice do experience
give : But whilft base Noth each better care controuls , Are dead in ignorance ,
intomb'd alive : ' Twixt beasts , and such , the différence is but small ; They , use ...
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How like A prison's to a grave ! when dead , we are With solemn pomp brought
thither ; and our heirs , Masking their joy in falle dissembled tears , Weep o'er the
hearse : bat earth no sooner covers The earth brought thither , but they turn away
...
How like A prison's to a grave ! when dead , we are With solemn pomp brought
thither ; and our heirs , Masking their joy in falle dissembled tears , Weep o'er the
hearse : bat earth no sooner covers The earth brought thither , but they turn away
...
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She that hath such a mate , Is like two twins , born both incorporate : Th'one living
, th'other dead : The living twir Must needs be sain through noisomness of him He
carries with him : Such are their estates , Who merely marry wealth , and not ...
She that hath such a mate , Is like two twins , born both incorporate : Th'one living
, th'other dead : The living twir Must needs be sain through noisomness of him He
carries with him : Such are their estates , Who merely marry wealth , and not ...
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... words are but dead comforts ; And therefore counsel her to take a living -
Comfort , that might ferret out the thought of Her dead husband : And will come
prepar'd with Choice of suiters ; either my Spartan lord For grace at the viceroy's
court ...
... words are but dead comforts ; And therefore counsel her to take a living -
Comfort , that might ferret out the thought of Her dead husband : And will come
prepar'd with Choice of suiters ; either my Spartan lord For grace at the viceroy's
court ...
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appear baſe bear Beaumont and Fletcher's beauty beſt better blood body breath bring cauſe Chapman's clouds court Crown's Davenant's dead death deſire doth earth ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fear fire firſt force fortune foul give glory gods gold grow hand hath head heart heav'n himſelf hold honour hope itſelf Johnſon's judgment juſtice keep kind kings knowledge leave leſs light live look Lord loſe man's mind moſt muſt nature never night noble once pleaſure poor pow'r princes reaſon rich rule ſay ſee ſeem ſenſe Shakeſpear's ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome ſoul ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe things thoſe thou thoughts true truth turn unto uſe virtue whoſe wind youth
Pasajes populares
Página 170 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Página 19 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Página 164 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 109 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Página 276 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Página 76 - Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Página 236 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Página 73 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 149 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 276 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful Passages in Our Poems and Plays, from the Celebrated Spencer to 1688 ... Volumen 2 de The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful Passages in Our Poems and Plays, from the Celebrated Spencer to 1688, Thomas Hayward |
| Autor | William Oldys |
| Colaborador | Thomas Hayward |
| Editor | Olive Payne, 1740 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 26 Oct 2005 |
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