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Page 417 - ALPHA BETA GAMMA DELTA EPSILON ZETA ETA THETA IOTA KAPPA LAMBDA MU NU XI OMICRON PI RHO SIGMA TAU UPSILON PHI CHI PSI OMEGA...
Page 431 - Bastard without a father to acknowledge it ; true it is that my plays are not exposed to 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 117 - Here's an eye Able to tempt a great man — to serve God ; A pretty hanging lip, that has forgot now to dissemble. Methinks this mouth should make a swearer tremble, A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo 'em To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em. Here's a cheek keeps her colour let the wind go whistle ; Spout, rain, we fear thee not : be hot or cold, All's one with us...
Page 59 - Fortune, the great commandress of the world) Hath divers ways to advance her followers : To some she gives honour without deserving, To other some, deserving without honour ; Some wit, some wealth, and some wit without wealth ; Some wealth without wit; some nor wit nor wealth, But good smock-faces ; or some qualities, By nature without judgment, with the which They live in sensual acceptation, And make shew only, without touch of substance...
Page 197 - The learned Greek, rich in fit epithets, Blest in the lovely marriage of pure words ; The Chaldee wise, the Arabian physical, The Roman eloquent, and Tuscan grave, The braving Spanish, and the smooth-tongued French— Tragedy and Comedy.
Page 451 - That hath redeemed our souls, mark not my face Nor hack me with your sword : but let me go Perfect and undeformed to my tomb. I am not worthy that I should prevail In the least suit; no, not to speak to you, Nor look on you; nor to be in your presence. Yet, as an abject, this one suit I crave; This granted, I am ready for my grave.
Page 456 - Who, though with much ado to get belief, Examining of the general circumstance, Seeing your sorrow and your penitence, And hearing therewithal the great desire You have to see him, ere you left the world, He gave to us his faith to follow us, And sure he will be here immediately.
Page 199 - Roses and bays, pack hence ! this crown and robe, My brows and body circles and invests. How gallantly it fits me! sure the slave Measured my head that wrought this coronet They lie, that say complexions cannot change ; My blood's ennobled, and I am transform'd Unto the sacred temper of a king.
Page 438 - I am possess'd of many fair revenues, Sufficient to maintain a gentleman; Touching my mind, I am studied in all arts, The riches of my thoughts; and of my time Have been a good proficient ; ", but, the chief Of all the sweet felicities on earth, I have a fair, a chaste, and loving wife, — Perfection all, all truth, all ornament.
Page 103 - tis true, an old man's twice a child ; Mine cannot speak ; one of his single words Would quite have freed my youngest dearest son From death or durance, and have made him walk With a bold foot upon the thorny law, Whose prickles should bow under him ; but 'tis not, And therefore wedlock- faith shall be forgot : I'll kill him in his forehead ; hate, there feed ; That wound is deepest, though it never bleed.