'Tis Pity She's a Whore: And The Broken Heart

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D.C. Heath & Company, 1915 - 287 pages

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Page xvi - THE stage is more beholding to love than the life of man. For as to the stage, love is ever matter of comedies, and now and then of tragedies ; but in life it doth much mischief — sometimes like a siren, sometimes like a fury.
Page 279 - Poets, William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, John Ford, &c. Acted by the Princes Servants, often at the Cock-Pit in Drury-Lane, once at Court, with singular Applause.
Page 272 - For the wit and mind of man, if it work upon matter, which is the contemplation of the creatures of God, worketh according to the stuff, and is limited thereby; but if it work upon itself, as the spider worketh his web, then it is endless, and brings forth indeed cobwebs of learning, admirable for the fineness of thread and work, but of no substance or profit.
Page xxxviii - And composition of the mind doth follow The frame and composition of the body. So, where the body's furniture is beauty, The mind's must needs be virtue; which allowed, Virtue itself is reason but refin'd, 20 And love the quintessence of that.
Page 196 - Pen. Suppose you were contracted to her, would it not Split even your very soul to see her father Snatch her out of your arms against her will, And force her on the Prince of Argos ? Ith.
Page 278 - Printed for Nathaniel Butter, and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Pide Bull neere Sf.
Page 119 - Darken'd the mid-day sun, made noon as night. You came to feast, my lords, with dainty fare, I came to feast too ; but I...
Page 279 - The Queen : or the Excellency of her Sex. An excellent old play, found out by a Person of Honour, and given to the Publisher, Alexander Goughe.
Page 267 - I danc'd forward ; But it struck home, and here, and in an instant. Be such mere women, who with shrieks and outcries Can vow a present end to all their sorrows : Yet live to vow new pleasures, and out-live them. They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings : Let me die smiling. Near. 'Tis a truth too ominous. Cal. One kiss on these cold lips ; my last. Crack, crack.
Page 5 - Friar. Dispute no more in this ; for know, young man, These are no school-points ; nice philosophy May tolerate unlikely arguments, But Heaven admits no jest : wits that...

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