Love's cure; or, The martial maid. Women pleas'd. The night-walker; or, The little thief. The island princess. The woman's prize; or, The tamer tam'd. The noble gentleman. The coronation. The sea-voyage. The coxcomb. Wit at several weapons. The fair maid of the inn. Cupid's revenge. The two noble kinsmen. The tragedy of Thierry and Theodoret. The woman-hater. The nice valour; or, The passionate madman. The honest man's fortune. The masque of the Inner-Temple and Gray's Inn; Gray's Inn and the Inner-Temple. Four plays, or moral representations, in one
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Strana 434 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Strana 521 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Strana 521 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Strana 400 - That woo the wills of men to vanity I see through now ; and am sufficient To tell the world 'tis but a gaudy shadow, That old Time, as he passes by, takes with him. What had we been, old in the court of Creon, Where sin is justice, lust and ignorance The virtues of the great ones...
Strana 415 - Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Strana 366 - Then we will be coy no more, But thy deity adore : Troths at fifteen we will plight, And will tread a dance...
Strana 387 - Servants, with great Applause: Written by the memorable worthies of their time, Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. William Shakespeare, Gent.
Strana 574 - Shake off your heavy trance, And leap into a dance, Such as no mortals use to tread, Fit only for Apollo To play to, for the moon to lead, And all the stars to follow!
Strana 457 - For in the silent grave no conversation, No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers, No careful father's counsel — nothing's heard, For nothing is, but all oblivion, Dust, and an endless darkness.