The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, 8. sējumsBickers and Son, 1875 |
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viii. lappuse
... Poor Poet - ape , that would be thought our chief . 57. On Bawds and Usurers 174 If , as their ends , their fruits were so , the same 58. To Groom Idiot 174 Idiot , last night I prayed thee but forbear . 59. On Spies 174 Spies , you ...
... Poor Poet - ape , that would be thought our chief . 57. On Bawds and Usurers 174 If , as their ends , their fruits were so , the same 58. To Groom Idiot 174 Idiot , last night I prayed thee but forbear . 59. On Spies 174 Spies , you ...
x. lappuse
... poor house and I. 102. To William , Earl of Pembroke 206 I do but name thee , Pembroke , and I find . 103. To Mary , Lady Wroth 206 How well , fair crown of your fair sex , might he . 104. To Susan , Countess of Montgomery 207 Were they ...
... poor house and I. 102. To William , Earl of Pembroke 206 I do but name thee , Pembroke , and I find . 103. To Mary , Lady Wroth 206 How well , fair crown of your fair sex , might he . 104. To Susan , Countess of Montgomery 207 Were they ...
17. lappuse
... poor quiver knew . These dames , They need not Love's , they've Nature's flames . Cup . I see the Beauty that you so report . Sport . Cupid , you must not point in court , Where live so many of a sort . Cup . Sport . Cup . Of Harmony ...
... poor quiver knew . These dames , They need not Love's , they've Nature's flames . Cup . I see the Beauty that you so report . Sport . Cupid , you must not point in court , Where live so many of a sort . Cup . Sport . Cup . Of Harmony ...
44. lappuse
... poor old king says , " I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban . " On which Steevens observes , " Ben Jonson , in his Masque of Pan's Anniversary , has introduced a tinker , whom he calls a learned Theban , perhaps in ridicule of ...
... poor old king says , " I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban . " On which Steevens observes , " Ben Jonson , in his Masque of Pan's Anniversary , has introduced a tinker , whom he calls a learned Theban , perhaps in ridicule of ...
68. lappuse
... For that I do commend you ; you must be With all your wealth , and learning . When you poor made Your glasses , gardens in the depth of winter , have Where you will walk invisible to mankind , Talk with 68 THE FORTUNATE ISLES .
... For that I do commend you ; you must be With all your wealth , and learning . When you poor made Your glasses , gardens in the depth of winter , have Where you will walk invisible to mankind , Talk with 68 THE FORTUNATE ISLES .
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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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