The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher (Volume 6) ~ Paperbound

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Page 245 - Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven ; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness, To which I leave him.
Page 160 - A better preest I trowe that nowher non is. He waited after no pompe ne reverence, Ne maked him no spiced conscience, But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, He taught, but first he folwed it himselve.
Page 172 - Intomb'd in her for whom I die, Example of her cruelty. Tell her, if she chance to chide Me for slowness, in her pride, That it was for her I died. If a tear escape her eye^ ' Tis not for my memory But thy rites ofobsequy.
Page 363 - They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; For 'tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar...
Page 243 - Thou glory of the world once, now the pity, Thou awe of nations, wherefore didst thou fall thus ? What poor fate follow'd thee and pluck'd thee on To trust thy sacred life to an Egyptian...
Page 246 - And, now you've found the nature of a conqueror That you cannot decline, with all your flatteries; That, where the day gives light, will be himself still ; Know how to meet his worth with humane courtesies!
Page 180 - Beloved again, thou shalt see those joys never. Hark ! how they groan that died despairing ! Oh, take heed, then ! Hark, how they howl for over-daring ! All these were men. They that be fools, and die for fame, They lose their name ; And they that bleed Hark how they speed. Now in cold frosts, now scorching fires They sit, and curse their lost desires; Nor shall these souls be free from pains and fears, 'Till women waft them over in their tears.
Page 246 - That bounty share amongst ye : if I knew What to send you for a present, king of Egypt, I mean, a head of equal reputation, And that you lov'd, though it were your brightest sister's,* (But her you hate) I would not be behind ye.
Page 304 - Again we follow'd; but, got near the sea, On which his navy anchor'd, in one hand Holding a scroll he had above the waves, And in the other grasping fast his sword, As it had been a trident...
Page 449 - Her maidenhead will yield me ; let me see now ; She is not fifteen they say ; for her complexion— Cloe, Cloe, Cloe, here I have her, Cloe, the daughter of a country gentleman ; Her age upon fifteen.

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