The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, المجلد 8Bickers and Son, 1875 |
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... better driven by fate . 6. To Alchemists 148 If all you boast of your great art be true . 7. On the New Hot - house 148 Where lately harboured many a famous whore . 8. On a Robbery Ridway robbed Duncote of three hundred. 8 b.
... better driven by fate . 6. To Alchemists 148 If all you boast of your great art be true . 7. On the New Hot - house 148 Where lately harboured many a famous whore . 8. On a Robbery Ridway robbed Duncote of three hundred. 8 b.
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... better : I spy it coming , peace ! All the impostures , The prodigies , diseases , and distempers , The knaveries of the time , we shall see all now . Ears . And hear the passages , and several humours Of men , as they are sway'd by ...
... better : I spy it coming , peace ! All the impostures , The prodigies , diseases , and distempers , The knaveries of the time , we shall see all now . Ears . And hear the passages , and several humours Of men , as they are sway'd by ...
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... better by it : to serve Fame Is all my end , and get myself a name . Fame . Away , I know thee not , wretched impostor , Creature of glory , mountebank of wit , Self - loving braggart , Fame doth sound no trumpet To such vain empty ...
... better by it : to serve Fame Is all my end , and get myself a name . Fame . Away , I know thee not , wretched impostor , Creature of glory , mountebank of wit , Self - loving braggart , Fame doth sound no trumpet To such vain empty ...
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... better things , and who did not always write doggrel verses , once thought more modestly of him- self ; but popularity gave him assurance . In the introduction to his Abuses Whipt , he tells his readers " not to looke for Spencer's or ...
... better things , and who did not always write doggrel verses , once thought more modestly of him- self ; but popularity gave him assurance . In the introduction to his Abuses Whipt , he tells his readers " not to looke for Spencer's or ...
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... better . Fame . You do abuse the time . These are fit freedoms For lawless prentices , on a Shrove - tuesday , When they compel the Time to serve their riot ; For drunken wakes , and strutting bear - baitings , That savour only of their ...
... better . Fame . You do abuse the time . These are fit freedoms For lawless prentices , on a Shrove - tuesday , When they compel the Time to serve their riot ; For drunken wakes , and strutting bear - baitings , That savour only of their ...
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...