The works of Beaumont and Fletcher, with an intr. by G. Darley, Volume 1

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Page xviii - 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 xxxvii - em, he would weep As if he meant to make them grow again. Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story. He told me that his parents gentle died, Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, Which gave...
Page xxxi - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 32 - I shall be willing, if not apt, to learn ; Age and experience will adorn my mind With larger knowledge ; and if I have done A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once. What master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning ? Let me be corrected, To break my stubbornness, if it be so, Rather than turn me off ; and I shall mend.
Page 31 - I asked him all his story. He told me that his parents gentle died, Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, Which gave him roots ; and of the crystal springs.
Page 272 - I am this fountain's god ; below My waters to a river grow, And 'twixt two banks with osiers set, That only prosper in the wet, Through the meadows do they glide...
Page 345 - What, dost thou think I fish without a bait, wench : I bob for fools : He is mine own, I have him. I told thee what would tickle him like a trout ; And, as I cast it, so I caught him daintily', And all he has I've stow'd at my devotion.
Page 6 - twixt your love and you ! but, if there do, Inquire of me, and I will guide your moan ; Teach you an artificial way to grieve, To keep your sorrow waking. Love your lord No worse than I : but, if you love so well, Alas, you may displease him ! so did I. This is the last time you shall look on me. Ladies, farewell. As soon as I am dead, Come all and watch one night about my hearse ; Bring each a mournful story and a tear, To offer at it when I go to earth...
Page lxxii - Renews the golden world, and holds through all The holy laws of homely pastoral, Where flowers and founts, and nymphs and semigods, And all the graces find their old abodes...
Page xxx - Their plots were generally more regular than Shakespeare's, especially those which were made before Beaumont's death ; and they understood and imitated the conversation of gentlemen much better ; whose wild debaucheries, and quickness of wit in repartees, no poet can ever paint as they have done.

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