The Works of Ben Jonson...: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, 3. sējumsG. and W. Nicol, 1816 |
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... Exeunt Natta and Satrius . Sab . But these our times Are not the same , Arruntius . " Arr . Times ! the men , The men are not the same : ' tis we are base , Poor , and degenerate from the exalted strain Of our great fathers . Where is ...
... Exeunt Natta and Satrius . Sab . But these our times Are not the same , Arruntius . " Arr . Times ! the men , The men are not the same : ' tis we are base , Poor , and degenerate from the exalted strain Of our great fathers . Where is ...
23. lappuse
... Exeunt Sejanus , Satrius , Terentius , & c . Arr . So ! yet another ? yet ? O desperate state Of groveling honour ! seest thou this , O sun , And do we see thee after ? Methinks , day Should lose his light , when men do lose their ...
... Exeunt Sejanus , Satrius , Terentius , & c . Arr . So ! yet another ? yet ? O desperate state Of groveling honour ! seest thou this , O sun , And do we see thee after ? Methinks , day Should lose his light , when men do lose their ...
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... Exeunt Tib . Sejan . Natta , Hat . Lat . Officers , & c . Arr . Cæsar ! Sab . Peace . Cor . Great Pompey's theatre was never ruin'd Till now , that proud Sejanus hath a statue Rear'd on his ashes . Arr . Place the shame of soldiers ...
... Exeunt Tib . Sejan . Natta , Hat . Lat . Officers , & c . Arr . Cæsar ! Sab . Peace . Cor . Great Pompey's theatre was never ruin'd Till now , that proud Sejanus hath a statue Rear'd on his ashes . Arr . Place the shame of soldiers ...
39. lappuse
... Exeunt all but Sejanus . Sej . He that , with such wrong moved , can bear it through With patience , and an even mind , knows how To turn it back . Wrath cover'd carries fate : Revenge is lost , if I profess my hate . What was my ...
... Exeunt all but Sejanus . Sej . He that , with such wrong moved , can bear it through With patience , and an even mind , knows how To turn it back . Wrath cover'd carries fate : Revenge is lost , if I profess my hate . What was my ...
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... [ Exeunt . If this be not revenge , when I have done And made it perfect , let Egyptian slaves , " 9 Were Lygdus made , & c . ] i . e . prepared for the business . See Vol . I. p . 145 . Hi apud Romanos barbari et vilissimi æstimab . Juv ...
... [ Exeunt . If this be not revenge , when I have done And made it perfect , let Egyptian slaves , " 9 Were Lygdus made , & c . ] i . e . prepared for the business . See Vol . I. p . 145 . Hi apud Romanos barbari et vilissimi æstimab . Juv ...
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168. lappuse - Such are thy beauties and our loves! Dear saint, Riches, the dumb God, that giv'st all men tongues; That canst do nought, and yet mak'st men do all things; The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot, Is made worth heaven. Thou art virtue, fame, Honour, and all things else. Who can get thee, He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise,— MOSCA.
345. lappuse - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
180. lappuse - You still are what you were, sir. Only you, Of all the rest, are he commands his love, And you do wisely to preserve it thus, With early visitation, and kind notes Of your good meaning to him, which, I know, Cannot but come most grateful. Patron ! sir ! Here's signior Voltore is come Volp.
238. lappuse - I'm all for music, save, in the forenoons, An hour or two for painting. I would have A lady, indeed, to have all letters and arts, Be able to discourse, to write, to paint, But principal, as Plato holds, your music, And so does wise Pythagoras, I take it, Is your true rapture : when there is concent ' In face, in voice, and clothes : and is, indeed, Our sex's chiefest ornament.
195. lappuse - Puh! nor your diamond. What a needless care Is this afflicts you? Is not all here yours? Am not I here, whom you have made your creature?
218. lappuse - This three weeks, all my advices, all my letters, They have been intercepted. Per. Indeed, sir ! Best have a care. Sir P. Nay, so I will. Per. This knight, I may not lose him, for my mirth, till night.
252. lappuse - Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys. Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies? Or his easier ears beguile, Thus removed by our wile? 'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal, But the sweet thefts to reveal: To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
344. lappuse - ... the time, as they call them : cry down, or up, what they like or dislike in a brain or a fashion, with most masculine, or rather hermaphroditical authority ; and every day gain to their college some new probationer.
190. lappuse - Your knowledge is no better than your ears, sir. Corb. I do not doubt to be a father to thee. Mos. Nor I to gull my brother of his blessing. Corb. I may ha' my youth restored to me, why not ? Mos.
191. lappuse - Can be more frequent with them, their limbs faint, Their senses dull, their seeing, hearing, going, All dead before them ; yea, their very teeth, Their instruments of eating, failing them...