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Page 191 - The most part are but ciphers : the heart indeed For the most part doth keepe a better guest Then himselfe in him, that is the soule; now the soule Being a tree, there are divers branches spreading out of it, As loving affection, suffering sorrowes, and the like;
Page xliii - faith, To send me a gilded bull from her own trencher, A ram, a goat, or somewhat to be nibbling : These women, when they come to sweet things once, They forget all their friends, they grow so greedy, Nay, oftentimes their husbands.
Page xxxiv - that cleaves To my just shame, in true and honest tears ; I must not leave a mention of my wrongs, The stain of my unspotted birth, to memory ; Let it lie buried with me in the dust, That never time hereafter may report How such a one as you have made
Page 229 - Nor must be idle; for it were more fit, If I could purchase more, I had more wit To helpe in these designes. I am growne old; Yet I have found more strength within this arme, Then without proofe I durst ha boasted on.
Page 70 - true ; Now have but one, a son, and he yet lives; 30 The daughter, as if in her birth the mother Had perfected the errand she was sent for Into the world, from that hour took her life In which the other that gave it her, lost hers; Yet shortly she unhappily, but fatally,
Page 100 - I shall at fit time to you shew cause for all. Per. Meantime, sir, you have got a trade to live by; Best to turn player ; an excellent ruffian ! ha ! But know, sir, when I had found you out, I gave you This project of set purpose; 'tis all
Page 71 - Such a full weight of wrongs, but wonder rather That I have liv'd to speak them. Thou great man, Yet read, read on, and as thou read'st consider What I have suffer'd, what thou ought'st to do, Thine own name, father-hood, and my dishonour.
Page 46 - To those celestial fires that burn about us ? A painted star to that bright firmament Of constellations which each night are set Lighting our way, yet thither how few get ? How many thousand in Madrill drink off 20 The cup of lust, and laughing, in one