The Works of John Marston: The Dutch courtezan. The fawn. The wonder of women; or, The tragedy of Sophonisba. What you will

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Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1887

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Страница 226 - Think you that if his scenes took stamp in mint Of three or four deem'd most judicious, It must enforce the world to current them, That you must spit defiance on dislike'? Now, as I love the light, were I to pass Through public verdict, I should fear my form, Lest ought I offer'd were unsquared or warp'd. The more we know, the more we want: What Bayard bolder than the ignorant? Believe me, Philomuse, i' faith thou must, The best, best seal of wit, is wit's distrust.
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