The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher: Thierry and Theodoret. The woman-hater. Nice valour. The honest man's fortune. The masque of the gentlemen of Grays-Inne and the Inner-Temple. Four plays, or moral representations in one

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200. lappuse - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
200. lappuse - Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty...
279. lappuse - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
280. lappuse - Can stars protect thee ? or can poverty, Which is the light to Heaven, put out his eye ? He is my star, in him all truth I find, All influence, all fate ! and when my mind Is...
279. lappuse - Who made the morning, and who placed the light Guide to thy labours ; who call'd up the night, And bid her fall upon thee like sweet showers In hollow murmurs, to lock up thy powers...
47. lappuse - Cut out in chrystal pure and good as thou art ; And on it shall be graven every age Succeeding peers of France that rise by thy fall, Till thou liest there like old and fruitful Nature.
172. lappuse - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
98. lappuse - Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies ; that from thence I may feel an influence, All my powers of care bereaving ! Though but a shadow, but a sliding, Let me know some little joy ! We that suffer long annoy Are contented with a thought, Through an idle fancy wrought : Oh, let my joys have some abiding ! Gond.
46. lappuse - Tis of all sleeps the sweetest ; Children begin it to us, strong men seek it, And kings from height of all their painted glories Fall like spent exhalations to this centre : And those are fools that fear it...
369. lappuse - London, printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church-yard. 1648.

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