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Seite 228 - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience...
Seite 118 - They have exacted from all their members, a close, naked, natural way of speaking; positive expressions; clear senses; a native easiness: bringing all things as near the Mathematical plainness, as they can: and preferring the language of Artizans, Countrymen, and Merchants, before that, of Wits, or Scholars.
Seite 250 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Seite 226 - Even now, now, very now, an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ; Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you : Arise, I say.
Seite 334 - I'll give no more, but I'll undo The world by dying, because love dies too. Then all your beauties will be no more worth Than gold in mines, where none doth draw it forth, And all your graces no more use shall have Than a sun-dial in a grave.
Seite 80 - Clymate, how can it choose but wither in a long and a sharp winter ? a warlike, various, and a tragical age is best to write of, but worst to write in.
Seite 243 - Full of crusadoes : and, but my noble Moor Is true of mind and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough To put him to ill thinking. Emil. Is he not jealous? Des. Who, he ? I think the sun where he was born Drew all such humours from him.
Seite 240 - Ay, there's the point: — As, — to be bold with you, — Not to affect many proposed matches, Of her own clime, complexion, and degree; Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends: Foh ! one may smell, in such, a will most rank, Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural.
Seite 95 - Graces, and can artfully vary and modulate 10 his Voice, even to know how much breath he is to give to every syllable. He had all the parts of an excellent Orator, animating his words with speaking, and Speech with Action...
Seite 252 - Then might he, believing her dead, touch'd with remorse, have honestly 25 cut his own Throat, by the good leave and with the applause of all the Spectators : Who might thereupon have gone home with a quiet mind, admiring the beauty of Providence, fairly and truly represented on the Theatre.