Beaumont, the Dramatist: A Portrait, with Some Account of His Circle, Elizabethan and Jacobean, and of His Association with John FletcherCentury Company, 1914 - 443 pages |
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Page 98 - Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolv'd to live a foole, the rest Of his dull life. Then, when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justifie the Town For three daies past,— wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were
Page 181 - in Since the first man dy'd for sin: Here the bones of birth have cry'd, " Though gods they were, as men they dy'd "; Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings. Here' sa world of pomp and state Buried in dust, once dead by fate.
Page 199 - And art alive still, while thy Booke doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give. That I not mixe thee so, my braine excuses; I meane with great, but disproportion'd Muses.
Page 198 - I My Shakespeare rise; I will not lodge' thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lye A little further to make thee a roome: Thou art a Moniment without a
Page 348 - Those short days I shall number to my rest (As many must not see me) shall, though too late, Though in my evening, yet perceive a will,— Since I can do no good, because a woman,— Reach constantly at something that is near it. The
Page 295 - You gods, I see that who unrighteously Holds wealth or state from others shall be cursed In that which meaner men are blest withal: Ages to come shall know no male of him Left to inherit, and his name shall be Blotted from earth; if he have any child It shall be crossly matched.
Page 113 - damp Moist Hesperus hath quenched his sleepy lamp; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass, What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly.
Page 224 - and in Fletcher's name, why in 't Did you not justice? Give to each his due? For Beaumont of those many writ in few, And Massinger in other few; the Main Being sole Issues of sweet Fletcher's brain. But how came I (you ask) so much to know? Fletcher's chief bosome-friend
Page 77 - hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze. Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops, And all the haunt [of Elysium] be ours. So Lazarillo,
Page 83 - But because Your poem only hath by us applause, Renews the golden world, and holds through all The holy laws of homely pastoral, Where flowers and founts, and nymphs and semi-gods, And all the Graces find their old abodes, Where forests nourish but in endless verse, And meadows nothing fit for purchasers; This iron age,