The Works of Ben Jonson...: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, Volumen 8G. and W. Nicol, 1816 |
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... play againe , the sharp - fang'd Satyrist . " This man , whom nature meant for better things , and who did not always write doggrel verses , once thought more modestly of himself ; but popularity gave him assurance . In the introduction ...
... play againe , the sharp - fang'd Satyrist . " This man , whom nature meant for better things , and who did not always write doggrel verses , once thought more modestly of himself ; but popularity gave him assurance . In the introduction ...
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... play . Poet . ' Tis time , your eyes should be refresh'd at length With something new , a part of Neptune's strength , See yond ' his fleet , ready to go or come , Or fetch the riches of the ocean home , So to secure him , both in peace ...
... play . Poet . ' Tis time , your eyes should be refresh'd at length With something new , a part of Neptune's strength , See yond ' his fleet , ready to go or come , Or fetch the riches of the ocean home , So to secure him , both in peace ...
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... play Was call'd for the second day . But he made a vow ( And he performs it now ) That were he alive or dead , Hereafter it should never be said But captain Cox would serve on horse For better or for worse , If any prince came hither ...
... play Was call'd for the second day . But he made a vow ( And he performs it now ) That were he alive or dead , Hereafter it should never be said But captain Cox would serve on horse For better or for worse , If any prince came hither ...
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... play of faney ; but they appear to be derived from the very depths of magical science . " Angeli secundi cæli regnantes die Mercurii , quos ad- vocari oportet a quatuor mundi partibus : Ad Orientem : Mathlai , Tarmiel , Baraborat . Ad ...
... play of faney ; but they appear to be derived from the very depths of magical science . " Angeli secundi cæli regnantes die Mercurii , quos ad- vocari oportet a quatuor mundi partibus : Ad Orientem : Mathlai , Tarmiel , Baraborat . Ad ...
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... play - fellow , Whether you would present him with an Hermes , Or with an Howleglass ? Skel . An Howleglass To come to pass On his father's ass ; There never was , By day , nor night , A finer sight With feathers upright In his horned ...
... play - fellow , Whether you would present him with an Hermes , Or with an Howleglass ? Skel . An Howleglass To come to pass On his father's ass ; There never was , By day , nor night , A finer sight With feathers upright In his horned ...
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Acci appears beauty Ben Jonson better brave call'd called captain Chloridia Cook COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court Cupid dance dare dost doth earl earl of Newcastle Ears envy epigram EPISTLE EPITAPH eyes fair Fame fate father favour fear feast Fitz folio fool fortune give glory grace Gundomar hath heart heaven honour Inigo Inigo Jones Johp Jonson king lady learned light lines live look lord Love's lover Masque MASQUERS master mistress muse never noble Nose PAN'S ANNIVERSARY Penshurst person piece play poem poet poet's poetry praise prince queen rhyme Richard Brome says scarce Shakspeare shew sing sir Henry sir Henry Carey sir Philip Sidney SONG soul spirit sport sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought triumph true truth unto verse VIII virtue Vitruvius WHAL Whalley Whilst word worth write
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Página 269 - 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.
Página 332 - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza and our James!
Página 231 - 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.
Página 328 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, 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.
Página 160 - Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe All that I am in arts, all that I know (How nothing's that); to whom my country owes The great renown and name wherewith she goes; Than thee the age sees not that thing more grave, More high, more holy, that she more would crave.
Página 31 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Página 328 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much, 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Página 440 - 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.* Neither could I condole* in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident* could do harm to virtue, but rather help to make it manifest.
Página 330 - Euripides, and Sophocles to us, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, To life again, to hear thy buskin tread, And shake a stage; or, when thy socks were on, Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
Página 194 - I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, Hating that solemn vice of greatness — pride ; I meant each softest virtue there should meet, Fit in that softer bosom to reside. Only a learned and manly soul I purposed her : that should, with even powers, The rock, the spindle, and the shears control Of Destiny, and spin her own free hours.