The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Svazek 1

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J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750
 

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Strana 174 - So high in thoughts as I. You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever; I did hear you talk. Far above singing. After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and searched What stirred it so: alas, I found it love!
Strana 169 - Look you, friends, how gently he leads ! Upon my word, He's tame enough, he needs no further watching. Good my friends, go to your houses, And by me have your pardons and my love ; And know there shall be nothing in my power You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes : To give you more thanks, were to flatter you. Continue still your love ; and, for an earnest, Drink this.
Strana xiv - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Strana lxviii - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Strana xix - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Strana 59 - Amin. This cannot be ! Evad. I do not kneel to live; I dare not hope it; The wrongs I did are greater. Look upon me, Though I appear with all my faults. Amin. Stand up. This is a new way to beget more sorrow : Heaven knows I have too many ! Do not mock me : Though I am tame, and bred up with my wrongs, Which are my foster-brothers, I may leap, Like a hand-wolf, into my natural wildness, And do an outrage.
Strana 21 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Strana 157 - Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing Worthy your noble thoughts ! 'tis not a life, 'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
Strana xlii - Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth ; and having on the breast-plate of righteousness ; and your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace ; above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God...
Strana 172 - Bel. Have you not seen it, nor the like ? Dion. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily I know not where. Bel. I have been often told In court of one Euphrasia...

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