The White Devil: And, the Duchess of MalfyD. C. Heath, 1904 - 422 páginas |
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Página 4 - Fletcher; and lastly (without wrong last to be named), the right happy and copious industry of m. Shake-speare, m. Decker, and m. Heywood...
Página 384 - em, than should one Fall in a frost, and leave his print in snow; As soon as the sun shines, it ever melts, Both form and matter. I have ever thought Nature doth nothing so great for great men As when she's pleas'd to make them lords of truth : Integrity of life is fame's best friend, Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.
Página 369 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history : And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men + lie...
Página 319 - Pray, do, and bury the print of it in your heart. I will leave this ring with you for a love-token; And the hand as sure as the ring; and do not doubt But you shall have the heart too. When you need a friend, Send it to him that ow'd it; you shall see Whether he can aid you.
Página 369 - Lov'd the church so well, and gave so largely to't, They thought it should have canopied their bones Till dooms-day; but all things have their end: Churches and cities, which have diseases like to men, Must have like death that we have.
Página 342 - We seem to sweat in ice and freeze in fire. What would I do, were this to do again? I would not change my peace of conscience For all the wealth of Europe.
Página 249 - Though we are eaten up of lice and worms, And though continually we bear about us A rotten and dead body, we delight To hide it in rich tissue...
Página 248 - Jews' spittle, and their young children's ordure; and all these for the face. I would sooner eat a dead pigeon taken from the soles of the feet of one sick of the plague, than kiss one of you fasting.
Página 244 - How can the Church build faster? We now are man and wife, and 'tis the Church That must but echo this.
Página 163 - I'll know the utmost of my fate, I'll be resolv'd what my rich sister means T'assign me for my service. I have liv'd Riotously ill, like some that live in court. And sometimes, when my face was full of smiles Have felt the maze of conscience in my breast. Oft gay and honour'd robes those tortures try, We think cag'd birds sing, when indeed they cry.