Endymion; or, The man in the moon, by John Lyly. History of Antonio and Mellida; What you will; and Parasitaster, by John Marston (Google eBook)

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Whittingham and Rowland, 1814 - English drama
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Page 283 - 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 233 - bout the soul of man ; The more I learnt, the more I learnt to doubt. Delight my spaniel slept, whilst I baus'd leaves, Toss'd o'er the dunces, pored on the old print Of titled words : and still my spaniel slept. Whilst I wasted lamp-oil, baited my flesh, Shrunk up my veins : and still my spaniel slept. And still I held converse with...
Page 146 - 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 143 - O Lucio, choke that breath. Now I defy chance. Fortune's brow hath frown'd, Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend : Her venom's spit. Alas ! what country rests, What son, what comfort, that she can deprive ? Triumphs not Venice in my overthrow ? Gapes not my native country for my blood ? Lies not my son...
Page 234 - t had free will Or no, hot philosophers Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, I...
Page 198 - 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 40 - I marvel, Corsites, that you being a captain, who should sound nothing but terror, and suck nothing but blood, can find in your heart to talk such smooth words, for that it agreeth not with your calling to use words so soft, as that of love.
Page 143 - Speak like yourself: but give me leave, my Lord, To wish your safety. If you are but seen, Your arms display you ; therefore put them off, And take Andr.
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 131 - Whoop : fut f, how he tickles yon trout under the gills ! you shall see him take him by and by with groping flattery.

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