The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volumen2

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J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750
 

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Página 139 - We'll live together like two wanton vines, Circling our souls and loves in one another ; We'll spring together, and we'll bear one fruit ; One joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn, One age go with us, and one hour of death Shall close our eyes, and one grave make us happy.
Página 373 - Where the nation live so free, And so merry as do we ? Be it peace, or be it war, Here at liberty we are, And enjoy our ease and rest: To the field we are not pressed; Nor are called into the town, To be troubled with the gown.
Página 11 - A cannibal that feeds on the heads of maids, Then flings their bones and bodies to the devil! Would any man of discretion venture such a gristle To the rude claws of such a cat o'mountain?
Página 45 - Not for your beauty ; Though, I confess, it blows the first fire in us ; Time, as he passes by, puts out that sparkle. Nor for your wealth ; although the world kneel to it, And make it all addition to a woman ; Fortune, that ruins all, makes that his conquest.
Página 281 - s my stock, tavern 's my standing-house (And all the world know, there 's no want) : all gentlemen That love society, love me ; all purses That wit and pleasure opens, are my tenants ; Every man's clothes fit me ; the next fair lodging Is but my next remove ; and when I please To be more eminent, and take the air, A piece is levied, and a coach prepar'd, And I go I care not whither ; what need state here ? Unc.
Página 70 - Fie, how my hams shrink under me ! oh me, I am broken-winded too ! Is this a life ? Is this the recreation I have aim'd at ! I had a body once, a handsome body, And wholesome too: now I appear like a rascal That had been hung a year or two in gibbets.
Página 3 - PROLOGUE. So free this work is, gentlemen, from offence, That, we are confident, it needs no defence From us, or from the Poets. We dare look On any man, that brings his table-book To write down what again he may repeat At some great table, to deserve his meat.
Página 93 - I once despair'd of women, now I find they relish much of scorpions, For both have stings, and both can hurt, and cure too. But what have been your fortunes ? Arn.
Página 109 - Georgics ? and to cure your herds, His Bucolics is a masterpiece ; but when He does describe the commonwealth of bees, Their industry, and knowledge of the herbs From which they gather honey, with their care To place it with decorum in the hive ; Their government among...
Página 336 - Till you break in at plays, like 'prentices, For three a groat, and crack nuts with the scholars In penny rooms again...

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