The Works of John Marston, Volumen1

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Nimmo, 1887
 

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Página xxx - Or itch t have me their adversary, I know not, Or all these mixt; but sure I am, three years They did provoke me with their petulant styles On every stage: and I at last unwilling, But weary, I confess, of so much trouble, Thought I would try if shame could win upon 'em...
Página li - Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth...
Página xlv - Know that I have not laboured in this poem to tie myself to relate anything as an historian, but to enlarge everything as a poet. To transcribe authors, quote authorities, and translate Latin prose orations into English blank verse, hath, in this subject, been the least aim of my studies.
Página 103 - In the dull leaden hand of snoring sleep ; No breath disturbs the quiet of the air, No spirit moves upon the breast of earth, Save howling dogs, night-crows, and screeching owls, Save meagre ghosts, Piero, and black thoughts.
Página 286 - tis, lady; where, instead of masks, Music, tilts, tourneys, and such court-like shows, The hollow murmur of the checkless winds Shall groan again; whilst the unquiet sea Shakes the whole rock with foamy battery. There usherless the air comes in and out : The rheumy vault will force your eyes to weep, Whilst you behold true desolation...
Página 301 - I have found an honest woman : faith, I perceive when all is done, there is of women, as of all other things, some good, most bad ; some saints, some sinners : for as nowa-days, no courtier but has his mistress, no captain but has his cockatrice*, no cuckold but has his horns, and no fool but has his feather...
Página xxxviii - ... only a few industrious Scots, perhaps, who, indeed, are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on't, in the world, than they are. And for my...
Página 301 - Go, go, thou art a weak pandress : now I see, Sooner earth's fire heaven itself shall waste, Than all with heat can melt a mind that's chaste.
Página lx - Lord of light is light itself, and never spark of that light reach to my soul ; what Tophet is not paradise, what brimstone is not amber, what gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage-bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God...
Página 262 - Would soon grow loathsome, even to blushes' sense; Surfeit would choke intemperate appetite, Make the soul scent the rotten breath of lust. When in an Italian lascivious palace, a Lady guardianless, Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodesty, To have her bound...

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