The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, Svazek 8Bickers and Son, 1875 |
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Strana xii
... piece of the first times , a man . 126. To his Lady , then mistress Cary . 226 Retired , with purpose your fair worth to praise . 127. To Esme , Lord Aubigny 227 Is there a hope that man would thankful be . · 128. To William Roe . · Roe ...
... piece of the first times , a man . 126. To his Lady , then mistress Cary . 226 Retired , with purpose your fair worth to praise . 127. To Esme , Lord Aubigny 227 Is there a hope that man would thankful be . · 128. To William Roe . · Roe ...
Strana xiii
... Pieces 291 1. His excuse for Loving 293 Let it not your wonder move . 2. How he saw her . 294 I beheld her on a day . 3. What he Suffered 295 After many scorns like these . 4. Her Triumph · 296 See the chariot at hand here of love . 5 ...
... Pieces 291 1. His excuse for Loving 293 Let it not your wonder move . 2. How he saw her . 294 I beheld her on a day . 3. What he Suffered 295 After many scorns like these . 4. Her Triumph · 296 See the chariot at hand here of love . 5 ...
Strana 55
... pieces here mentioned are now lost ; one of them however , the Hundred Merry Tales , which has long set the Shakspeare com- mentators by the ears , has partly been recovered within these few days , pasted into the binding of an old book ...
... pieces here mentioned are now lost ; one of them however , the Hundred Merry Tales , which has long set the Shakspeare com- mentators by the ears , has partly been recovered within these few days , pasted into the binding of an old book ...
Strana 64
... piece of melancholy Is this , breaks in between my wishes thus , With bombing sighs ? Mere . No ! no intelligence ! Not yet ! and all my vows now nine days old ! Blindness of fate ! puppies had seen by this time ; But I see nothing that ...
... piece of melancholy Is this , breaks in between my wishes thus , With bombing sighs ? Mere . No ! no intelligence ! Not yet ! and all my vows now nine days old ! Blindness of fate ! puppies had seen by this time ; But I see nothing that ...
Strana 72
... disguises . " If moral Skogan ( for this was his usual appellation ) wrote any things of this nature , they were probably religious pieces , Mysteries and Moralities . Is't living by thy wits ? Skog . If it 72 THE FORTUNATE ISLES .
... disguises . " If moral Skogan ( for this was his usual appellation ) wrote any things of this nature , they were probably religious pieces , Mysteries and Moralities . Is't living by thy wits ? Skog . If it 72 THE FORTUNATE ISLES .
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Acci Æsop appears beauty Ben Jonson better brave call'd called canst CHLORIDIA countess countess of Bedford court dance dare death delight dost doth earl ears ELEGY envy epigram EPISTLE epitaph eyes fair fame fate father favour fear Fitz folio fool fortune Francis Beaumont give glory grace hath heart heaven honour Inigo Jones James Johp Jonson king lady learned light lines live look lord Love's lover Masque master mistress muse ne'er never noble PAN'S ANNIVERSARY person piece play poem poet poet's poetry praise prince queen reader rhyme Richard Brome Robert Wroth says scarce Shakspeare shew Sidney sing sir Henry sir Henry Carey sir Philip Sidney SONG soul speak spirit sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought triumph true truth unto verses virtue Vitruvius WHAL Whalley word worthy write
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Strana 318 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
Strana 318 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family.
Strana 315 - Above the ill fortune of them, or the need : I, therefore, will begin : — Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakspeare, 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.
Strana 258 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Strana 294 - Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's...
Strana 423 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours, 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.
Strana 393 - If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end, where I begun.
Strana 223 - WOULD'ST thou hear what man can say In a little ? reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault. Leave it buried in this vault. One name was ELIZABETH, The other let it sleep with death : Fitter, where it died, to tell, Than that it lived at all. Farewell 1 SONG.
Strana 220 - 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.
Strana 317 - Muses: For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.] And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek...