The Thracian wonder, by J. Webster and Rowley. The English traveller; Royal king and loyal subject; Challenge for beauty, by Thomas Heywood. Glossarial index

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Whittingham and Rowland, 1815
 

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Página xv - The ancient satirists often used great liberties in their expressions; but their freedom no more resembles the licentiousness of Rochester than the nakedness of an Indian does that of a common prostitute.
Página 410 - Welch his 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.
Página 317 - Barons praised the bird, And for her courage she was peerless held. The Emperor, after some deliberate thoughts, Made her no less ; he caus'da crown of gold To be new fram'd, and fitted to her head, In honour of her courage : then the Bird, With great applause, was to the market-place In triumph borne ; where, when her utmost worth Had been proclaimed, the common executioner First by the King's command took off' her crown, And after with a sword struck off her head, As one no better than a noble...
Página 138 - ... 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, Came with his Tritons, (so they call'd his watch) To calm the tempest, and appease the waves : And at this point we left them *. Clown.
Página 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.
Página 226 - You give, my lord, to duty attributes Too high for her submiss humility : I am your vassal, and ten thousand lives Of equal rank with mine, subjects and servants, Be overrated if compar'd with yours. King. When I forget thee, may my operant...
Página 19 - ART thou gone in haste ? I'll not forsake thee ; Runn'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 ! OLD FATHER JANEVERE. NOW
Página 34 - Now does jolly Janus greet your merriment; For since the world's creation, I never changed my fashion; 'Tis good enough to fence the cold: My hatchet serves to cut my firing yearly, My bowl preserves the juice of grape and barley: Fire, wine, and strong beer, Makes me live so long here, To give the merry new year a welcome in.
Página 137 - Fly, saith one, Up to the main top, and discover. He Climbs up the bed-post to the tester there, Reports a turbulent sea and tempest towards ; And wills them, if they'll save their ship and lives, To cast their lading over-board. At this All fall to work, and hoist into the street, As to the sea, what next came to...
Página 328 - Garlick stinks to this : if it prove that you have not more than e'er Garlick had, say I am a boaster of my own works ; disgrace me on the open stage, and bob me off with ne'er a penny.

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