The Works of John Webster, Volume 3 (Google eBook)

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W. Pickering, 1880
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Page 324 - Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why.
Page 124 - Three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men be we ; I in the wood, and thou on the ground, And Jack sleeps in the tree.
Page 261 - I can at any time shew seven hundred in number, which is within a small matter all that were ever printed. Many of these I have several times over, and intend, as I sell, to purchase more ; all, or any of which, I shall be ready either to sell or lend to you upon reasonable considerations.
Page 226 - There be squibs, sir ; which squibs, running upon lines, like some of our gawdie gallants, sir, keepe a smother, sir, with flishing and flashing, and, in the end, sir, they do, sir Nym.
Page 3 - NOT out of envy, for there's no effect Where there's no cause; nor out of imitation, For we have evermore been imitated; Nor out of our contention to do better Than that which is...
Page 19 - Go into Bucklersbury*, and fetch me two ounces of preserved melons ; look there be no tobacco taken in the shop when he weighs it.
Page 22 - Mist. Wafer. Faith, very well. Mist. Honey. He is just like a torchbearer to maskers; he wears good clothes, and is ranked in good company, but he doth nothing: thou art fain to take all and pay all.
Page 86 - Go, let music Charm with her excellent voice an awful silence Through all this building, that her sphery soul May, on the wings of air, in thousand forms Invisibly fly, yet be enjoy'd.
Page 198 - And passing further, I at first observ'd That Cuckold's-Haven was but badly serv'd : For there old Time had such confusion wrought, That of that Ancient place remained nought. No monumental! memorable Home, Or Tree, or Post, which hath those Trophees borne, Was left, whereby Posterity may know Where their forefathers Crests did grow, or show.
Page 54 - A log of wood is brought into the midst of the room : this is Dun (the cart-horse}, and a cry is raised that he is stuck in the mire. Two of the company advance, either with or without ropes, to draw him out. After repeated attempts, they find themselves unable to do it, and call for more assistance. The game continues till all the company take part in it, when Dun is extricated of course ; and the merriment arises from the awkward and affected efforts of the rustics to lift the log, and from...

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