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Page 256 - I know not which is best, To see you dead, or part with you. — Farewell, boy: Thou art happy that thou hast not understanding To know thy misery; for all our wit And reading brings us to a truer sense Of sorrow. — In the eternal church, sir, I do hope we shall not part thus.
Page 284 - Her eye opes, And heaven in it seems to ope, that late was shut, To take me up to mercy.
Page 147 - CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Page 284 - I'll go hunt the badger by owl-light: Tis a deed of darkness. Exit Bos. He's much distracted. Off, my painted honour! While with vain hopes our faculties we tire, We seem to sweat in ice and freeze in fire. What would I do, were this to do again? I would not change my peace of conscience For all the wealth of Europe.
Page 279 - Bos. Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
Page 204 - Is a foul tetter, that runs All over a man's body : if simplicity Direct us to have no evil, It directs us to a happy being : for the subtlest folly Proceeds from the subtlest wisdom : Let me be simply honest. Ant. I do understand your inside. Bos. Do you so ? Ant. Because you would not seem to appear to th' world Puft up with your preferment, you continue This out-of-fashion melancholy : leave it, leave it.
Page 203 - One would suspect it for a shop of witchcraft, to find in it the fat of serpents, spawn of snakes, Jews' spittle, and their young children's ordure; and all these for the face. I would sooner eat a dead pigeon taken from the soles of the feet of one sick of the plague, than kiss one of you fasting. Here are two of you, whose sin of your youth is the very patrimony of the physician; makes him renew his foot-cloth with the spring, and change his high-priced courtesan with the fall of the leaf.
Page 275 - t fools make such vain keeping ? Sin, their conception ; their birth, weeping: Their life, a general mist of error, Their death, a hideous storm of terror.
Page xxx - The displaying of supposed Witchcraft. Wherein is affirmed that there are many sorts of Deceivers and Impostors, and divers persons under a passive delusion of Melancholy and Fancy. But that there is a corporeal league made betwixt the Devil and the Witch, or that he sucks on the Witches body, has carnal copulation, or that Witches are turned into Cats, Dogs, raise Tempests, or the like, is utterly denied and disproved.