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Page 365 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question}: of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 41 - Love's a lovely lad, His bringing-up is beauty; Who loves him not is mad, For I must pay him duty; Now I'm sad. Hail to those sweet eyes, That shine celestial wonder; From thence do flames arise, Burn my poor heart asunder; Now it fries.
Page 19 - I'll not forsake thee; Kunn'st thou ne'er so fast, I'll o'ertake thee : O'er the dales, o'er the downs, Through the green meadows, From the fields, through the towns, To the dim shadows. All along the plain, To the low fountains, Up and down again From the high mountains ; Echo then shall again Tell her I follow, And the floods to the woods, Carry my holla, holla ! Ce! la! ho! ho! hu!
Page 410 - Monmouth loves to wear, And of the same will brag too. Some love the rough, and some the smooth, Some great, and others small things ; But, oh, your lecherous Englishman, He loves to deal in all things.
Page 13 - twixt our sense and reason makes divorce ; Love's a desire, that to obtain betime, We lose an age of years pluck'd from our prime; Love is a thing to which we soon consent, As soon refuse, but sooner far repent. Then what must women be, that are the cause That love hath life ? that lovers feel such laws ? They're like the winds upon Lapanthae's shore, That still are changing : O, then love no more ! A woman's love is like that Syrian flower, That buds, and spreads, and withers in an hour.
Page 138 - Cast from the windows, went by th' ears about it; The constable is called to atone the broil, Which done, and hearing such a noise within, Of imminent shipwreck, enters the house, and finds them In this confusion: they adore his staff, And think it Neptune's trident; and that he...
Page 108 - True it is, that my plays are not exposed unto the world in volumes, to bear the title of works, (as others) ; one reason is, that many of them by shifting and change of companies have been negligently lost ; others of them are still retained in the hands of some actors, who think it against their peculiar profit to have them come in print ; and a third, that it never was any great ambition in me, to be in this kind voluminously read.
Page 226 - And gav'st it me, whilst thou engag'd'st thy life : For which, if ever by like chance of war, Law's forfeiture, or our prerogative, Thy life come in like danger, here we swear By our earth's honours, and our hopes divine, As thou for us, we'll ours engage for thine.
Page 235 - Lane* first to have suited us; and yet it is a credit for a man of the sword to go thread-bare, because by his apparel he may be taken to be an old soldier. Corp. Cock, thy father was a fresh water soldier, thou art not : thou hast been powder'd, witness thy flax and touch-box.