Life of Francis Beaumont. Life of John Fletcher. Prefaces. Commendatory poems. Verses on an honest man's fortune. Beaumont's letter to Jonson. Last editor's preface. Maid's tragedy. Philaster. King and no king. Scornful lady. Custom of the country. Elder brother. Spanish curate. Wit without money. Beggar's bush. Humorous lieutenant. Faithful shepherdess. Mad lover. Loyal subject. Rule a wife and have a wife. Laws of candy. False oneJohn Stockdale, 1811 |
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Σελίδα ii
... hath not happened in many ages . Be it then remembered , to the glory of our own , that all these are demonstrative and met in Beaumont and Fletcher , whom but to mention is to throw a cloud upon all former names , and benight poste ...
... hath not happened in many ages . Be it then remembered , to the glory of our own , that all these are demonstrative and met in Beaumont and Fletcher , whom but to mention is to throw a cloud upon all former names , and benight poste ...
Σελίδα v
... hath afforded . Mr. ↑ Beaumont was ever acknowledged a man of a most strong and searching brain ; and ( his years considered ) the most judicious wit these later ages have produced ; he died young , for ( which was an invaluable loss ...
... hath afforded . Mr. ↑ Beaumont was ever acknowledged a man of a most strong and searching brain ; and ( his years considered ) the most judicious wit these later ages have produced ; he died young , for ( which was an invaluable loss ...
Σελίδα xxix
... Hath the forehand and ' vantage of a king . " The instances of these two classes , particularly the former , where the exquisite beauties of Shakespeare are not quite reached , are most numer- ous ; and though the design of the notes in ...
... Hath the forehand and ' vantage of a king . " The instances of these two classes , particularly the former , where the exquisite beauties of Shakespeare are not quite reached , are most numer- ous ; and though the design of the notes in ...
Σελίδα lvi
... Hath seiz'd on Wit , good epitaphs are scant ; We dare not write thy elegy , whilst each fears He ne'er shall match that copy of thy tears . Scarce in an age a poet , and yet he Scarce lives the third part of his age to see ; But ...
... Hath seiz'd on Wit , good epitaphs are scant ; We dare not write thy elegy , whilst each fears He ne'er shall match that copy of thy tears . Scarce in an age a poet , and yet he Scarce lives the third part of his age to see ; But ...
Σελίδα lix
... hath such acuteness , and such wit , As would ask ten good heads to husband it : .He , that can write so well , that no man dare Refuse it for the best , let him beware : Beaumont is dead , by whose sole death appears , Wit's a disease ...
... hath such acuteness , and such wit , As would ask ten good heads to husband it : .He , that can write so well , that no man dare Refuse it for the best , let him beware : Beaumont is dead , by whose sole death appears , Wit's a disease ...
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Σελίδα xcii - 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...
Σελίδα lxxxix - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Σελίδα 399 - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Σελίδα 389 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Σελίδα xxxi - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Σελίδα xxxv - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
Σελίδα 9 - 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!
Σελίδα 378 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love) How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she...
Σελίδα 54 - I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone ; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts, Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight ! [Exit, Are.
Σελίδα 67 - I have wrong'd thee, and as much of joy That I repent it, issue from mine eyes; Let them appease thee. Take thy right; take her; She is thy right too; and forget to urge My vexed soul with that I did before.