The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, 8. sējumsBickers and Son, 1875 |
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vi. lappuse
... fear , fly , and traduce thy name . 18. To my mere English Censurer • 153 To thee , my way in Epigrams seems new . 19. On Sir Cod the Perfumed . That Cod can get no widow , yet a knight . 20. To the same 154 155 The expense in odours is ...
... fear , fly , and traduce thy name . 18. To my mere English Censurer • 153 To thee , my way in Epigrams seems new . 19. On Sir Cod the Perfumed . That Cod can get no widow , yet a knight . 20. To the same 154 155 The expense in odours is ...
vii. lappuse
... fears death , or mourns it , in the just . 35. To King James . Who would not be thy subject , James , t ' obey . 36. To the Ghost of Martial Martial , thou gav'st far nobler Epigrams . Page 158 159 Tilter , the most may admire thee ...
... fears death , or mourns it , in the just . 35. To King James . Who would not be thy subject , James , t ' obey . 36. To the Ghost of Martial Martial , thou gav'st far nobler Epigrams . Page 158 159 Tilter , the most may admire thee ...
viii. lappuse
... fear thee wise . 54. On Cheveril Cheveril cries out my verses libels are . 55. To Francis Beaumont How I do love thee , Beaumont , and thy Muse . 56. On Poet - ape Page 169 169 170 170 our love . 171 172 172 172 173 Poor Poet - ape ...
... fear thee wise . 54. On Cheveril Cheveril cries out my verses libels are . 55. To Francis Beaumont How I do love thee , Beaumont , and thy Muse . 56. On Poet - ape Page 169 169 170 170 our love . 171 172 172 172 173 Poor Poet - ape ...
ix. lappuse
... fear thyself so good a fame . 78. To Hornet Hornet , thou hast thy wife drest for the stall . 185 186 79. To Elizabeth , Countess of Rutland 186 That poets are far rarer births than kings . 80. On Life and Death 187 The ports of death ...
... fear thyself so good a fame . 78. To Hornet Hornet , thou hast thy wife drest for the stall . 185 186 79. To Elizabeth , Countess of Rutland 186 That poets are far rarer births than kings . 80. On Life and Death 187 The ports of death ...
5. lappuse
... fear . Enter CHRONOMASTIX . Chro . What , what , my friends , will not this room receive ? Eyes . That which the Time is presently to shew us . Chro . The Time ! Lo , I , the man that hate the time , That is , that love it not ; and ...
... fear . Enter CHRONOMASTIX . Chro . What , what , my friends , will not this room receive ? Eyes . That which the Time is presently to shew us . Chro . The Time ! Lo , I , the man that hate the time , That is , that love it not ; and ...
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Acci appears beauty Ben Jonson better brave call'd called canst Chimæra CHLORIDIA countess countess of Bedford court dance dare death delight dost doth earl ears ELEGY envy epigram EPISTLE epitaph eyes fair fame fate father favour fear Fitz folio fool fortune Francis Beaumont give glory grace hath heart heaven honour Inigo Jones James Johp Jonson king lady learned light lines live look lord Love's lover Masque master mistress muse ne'er never noble PAN'S ANNIVERSARY person piece play poem poet poet's poetry praise prince queen reader rhyme Richard Brome Robert Wroth says scarce Shakspeare shew Sidney sing sir Henry sir Henry Carey sir Philip Sidney SONG soul speak spirit sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought triumph true truth unto verses virtue Vitruvius WHAL Whalley word worthy write
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