The Works of John Marston, Volumen 1

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J.C. Nimmo, 1887
 

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Página xxx - Or itch t have me their adversary, I know not, Or all these mixt; but sure I am, three years They did provoke me with their petulant styles On every stage: and I at last unwilling, But weary, I confess, of so much trouble, Thought I would try if shame could win upon 'em...
Página 99 - And all part pleased in most wish'd content! But sweat of Hercules can ne'er beget So blest an issue. Therefore, we proclaim, If any spirit breathes within this round, Uncapable of weighty passion, (As from his birth being hugged in the arms, And nuzzled...
Página 222 - tis, lady; where, instead of masks, Music, tilts, tourneys, and such court-like shows, The hollow murmur of the checkless winds Shall groan again; whilst the unquiet sea Shakes the whole rock with foamy battery. There usherless the air comes in and out : The rheumy vault will force your eyes to weep, Whilst you behold true desolation...
Página 237 - I perceive when all is done, there is of women, as of all other things, some good, most bad ; some saints, some sinners : for as nowa-days, no courtier but has his mistress, no captain but has his cockatrice*, no cuckold but has his horns, and no fool but has his feather...
Página lx - Lord of light is light itself, and never spark of that light reach to my soul ; what Tophet is not paradise, what brimstone is not amber, what gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage-bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God...
Página xxxviii - ... only a few industrious Scots, perhaps, who, indeed, are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on't, in the world, than they are. And for my...
Página 206 - em smoke for't. Wife. That's my good lamb, George. — Fie, this stinking tobacco kills me ! would there were none in England ! — Now, I pray, gentlemen, what good does this stinking tobacco do you ? nothing, I warrant you : make chimneys o' your faces !] SCENE III.— A Grocer's Shop.
Página 262 - Would soon grow loathsome, even to blushes' sense; Surfeit would choke intemperate appetite, Make the soul scent the rotten breath of lust. When in an Italian lascivious palace, a Lady guardianless, Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodesty, To have her bound...
Página 200 - I'll hold my life thou tookest me for one of the players. Tire-man. No, sir. Sly. By God's lid, if you had, I would have given you but sixpence for your stool. Let them that have stale suits sit in the galleries. Hiss at me!
Página lx - ... did yet see me, and see me in mercy, by making me see that he saw me, and sometimes brought me to a present remorse, and (for that time) to a forbearing of that...

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