The Works of John Webster, Svazek 4W. Pickering, 1830 |
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Strana 6 - I have myself, therefore, set forth this comedy ; but so, that my enforced absence must much rely upon the printer's discretion : but I shall entreat slight errors in orthography may be as slightly over-passed, and that the unhandsome shape which this trifle in reading presents, may be pardoned for the pleasure it once afforded you when it was presented with the soul of lively action.
Strana 60 - gainst his fate Repines and quarrels : alas, he's goodman tell-clock ! His sallow jaw-bones sink with wasting moan ; Whilst others' beds are down, his pillow's stone.
Strana 33 - Phaeton! in body how delicate, in 45 soul how witty, in discourse how pregnant, in life how wary, in favours how judicious, in day how sociable, and in night how — O pleasure unutterable!
Strana 57 - Bil. Thou art ever my politician. O, how happy is that old lord that hath a politician to his young lady ! I'll have fifty gentlemen shall attend upon me : marry, the most of them shall be farmers...
Strana 87 - 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...
Strana 109 - And by my troth, beauties, why do you not put you into the fashion ? this is a stale cut, you must come in fashion : look ye, you must be all felt, felt and feather, a felt upon your bare hair * : look ye, these tiring things are justly out of request now : and, do ye hear ? you must wear falling...
Strana 42 - Rivels the skin, casts ashes in men's faces, Bedulls the eye, unstrengthens all the blood, Chance to remove me to another world, As sure I once must die, let him succeed.
Strana 51 - How fortune dotes on impudence ! I am in private the adopted son of yon good prince. I must be duke. Why, if I must, I must. Most silly lord, name me? O heaven! I see God made honest fools to maintain crafty knaves.
Strana 85 - Which we abhor; like deed, not doer. Then conclude, They live not to cry out 'ingratitude!' One stick burns t'other, steel cuts steel alone. 'Tis good trust few, but O, 'tis best trust none!
Strana 144 - I'll not forsake thee; Runn'st thou ne'er so fast, I'll o'ertake thee : O'er the dales, o'er the downs, Through the green meadows, From the fields, through the towns, To the dim shadows.