Endymion; or, The man in the moon (Google eBook)

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Printed for Rodwell and Martin, 1816 - English drama
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Page 285 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Page 148 - The well-shaped youth could touch, she sung her own ; He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument, than she, The nightingale, did with her various notes Reply to...
Page 115 - HEART, wilt not break? and thou abhorred life, Wilt thou still breathe in my enraged blood ? Veins, sinews, arteries, why crack ye not ? Burst and divul'st with anguish of my grief. Can man by no means creep out of himself, And leave the slough of viperous grief behind...
Page 236 - t had free will Or no, hot philosophers Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, I...
Page 27 - That is, Scintilla, as you list to take it. Sam. That, that. Scint. This it is to be matched with girls, who coming but yesterday from making of babies, would before to-morrow be accounted matrons.
Page 200 - Scoff's artillery. Shall he be crest-fall'n, if some looser brain, In flux of wit uncivilly befilth His slight composures? Shall his bosom faint, If drunken Censure belch out sour breath From Hatred's surfeit on his labour's front?
Page 39 - in both ; for she shall find examples infinite in either what punishment long tongues have. Eumenides, if either the soothsayers in Egypt, or the enchanters in Thessaly, or the philosophers in Greece, or all the sages of the world, can find...
Page 224 - Phantasia incomplexa is a function Even of the bright immortal part of man, It is the common pass, the sacred door, Unto the privy chamber of the soul ; That barr'd, nought passeth past the baser court Of outward sense ; by it th...
Page 145 - Wouldst have me go unarm'd among my foes? Being besieg'd by passion, entering lists, To combat with despair and mighty grief; My soul beleaguer'd with the crushing strength Of sharp impatience.
Page 97 - Cynth. Come, my lords, let us in. You, Gyptes and Pythagoras, if you cannot content yourselves in our court, to fall from vain follies of philosophers to such virtues as are here practised, you shall be entertained according to your deserts: for Cynthia is no stepmother to strangers. Pyth. I had rather in Cynthia's court spend ten years, than in Greece one hour.

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