The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher: The Text Formed from a New Collation of the Early Editions, Volume 1

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Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 978 pages

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Page 40 - Servants, with great Applause: Written by the memorable worthies of their time, Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. William Shakespeare, Gent.
Page 189 - 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 search'd What stirr'd it so. Alas ! I found it love, Yet far from lust, for could I but have liv'd In presence of you, I had had my end.
Page 237 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
Page 23 - 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...
Page 243 - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is, Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads...
Page 243 - Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore, from such danger lock Every one his loved flock ; And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, Bear a lamb or kid away ; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks. To secure...
Page 237 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night. In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Page 172 - As chaste as ice ! but were she foul as hell, And I did know it thus, the breath of kings, The points of swords, tortures, nor bulls of brass, Should draw it from me. Phi. Then it is no time To dally with thee ; I will take thy life, For I do hate thee : I could curse thee now.
Page 203 - Do you invent the form : Let there be in it all the binding words Devils and conjurers can put together, And I will take it. I have sworn before, And here by all things holy do again, Never to be acquainted with thy bed ! Is your doubt over now ? Amin.
Page 297 - I will have no great store of company at the wedding; a couple of neighbours and their wives; and we will have a capon in stewed broth, with marrow, and a good piece of beef stuck with rosemary.

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