Selections from the Works of Sir John Suckling. To which is prefixed a life of the author and critical remarks on his writings and genius by the Rev. Alfred SucklingLongman & Company, 1836 - 411 страници |
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... believe the question to be rather , A king or no king , than a bishop or no bishop . In great mutinies or insurrections of this nature , pretensions , speciously conscionable , were never wanting ; and , indeed , are necessary . For ...
... believe the question to be rather , A king or no king , than a bishop or no bishop . In great mutinies or insurrections of this nature , pretensions , speciously conscionable , were never wanting ; and , indeed , are necessary . For ...
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... believe the king inclined ; determine his good by his desires ; which is a kind of setting the sun by the dial— interest which cannot err by passions which may . In going about to show the king a cure now , a man should first plainly ...
... believe the king inclined ; determine his good by his desires ; which is a kind of setting the sun by the dial— interest which cannot err by passions which may . In going about to show the king a cure now , a man should first plainly ...
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... believe , though not elegant . Aglaura was , I fancy , Suckling's favourite play ; and it is so contrived that , by adopting either of two fifth acts , it can be represented as a tragedy or a comedy . The splendour with which it was ...
... believe , though not elegant . Aglaura was , I fancy , Suckling's favourite play ; and it is so contrived that , by adopting either of two fifth acts , it can be represented as a tragedy or a comedy . The splendour with which it was ...
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... Believe me , Iolas , the honest swain , That from the brow of some steep cliff , far off Beholds a ship labouring in vain against The boisterous and unruly elements , ne'er had Less power , or more desire , to help , than I. At every ...
... Believe me , Iolas , the honest swain , That from the brow of some steep cliff , far off Beholds a ship labouring in vain against The boisterous and unruly elements , ne'er had Less power , or more desire , to help , than I. At every ...
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... believe , be found a correct list of the successive republications of his writings , and the contents of each volume . 1. FRAGMENTA AUREA . London , printed by Humphrey Moseley , 1646. 8vo . - It contains his Poems and Letters , and ...
... believe , be found a correct list of the successive republications of his writings , and the contents of each volume . 1. FRAGMENTA AUREA . London , printed by Humphrey Moseley , 1646. 8vo . - It contains his Poems and Letters , and ...
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Aglaura Almerin ARIASPES beauty Bella betwixt Bren Brennoralt brother Charles Suckling CLARIMONT confess court Davenant dear death devil Doran dost doth Drol e'er Enter ZIRIFF Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fear FIDELIO FLORELIO fortune Fran Francelia give gone Grain Guard hand handsome hath heart heav'n honour hope humble Servant Iolas Iphigene Jack Bond kill king lady letter live look lord love's lovers madam mistress NASSURAT ne'er never night Orsa ORSABRIN ORSAMES PASITHAS Pellegrin perchance Peri PERIDOR Phil PHILAN poet prince prison Prithee Queen Reginella religion revenge SABRINA Samorat SCENE SEMANTHE Sir John Suckling soul stay Stra strange Suckling's sure swear sword TAMOREN tell thee Ther there's Thersames Thieves thing thou art thought Torc twas twill unto William Davenant woman Woodton would'st Zorannes
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Страница 203 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame! This will not move; This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Страница 68 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover.
Страница 81 - PRYTHEE send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine ; For if from yours you will not part, Why then should'st thou have mine ? Yet now I think on't, let It lie, To find it were in vain, For thou'st a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.
Страница 203 - Quit, quit for shame ! This will not move ; This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her : The devil take her...
Страница 88 - twas not that, but 'twas thought that, his grace Considered, he was well he had a cup-bearer's place. Will. Davenant, ashamed of a foolish mischance, That he had got lately travelling in France, Modestly hoped the handsomeness of 's muse Might any deformity about him excuse. And Surely the company would have been content, If they could have found any precedent; But in all their records either in verse or prose, There was not one laureate without a nose.
Страница 92 - Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white, To make up my delight; No odd, becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces : Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of love for her I court, I ask no more ; 'Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Страница 75 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Страница 90 - He loved not the muses so well as his sport, And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit At bowls above all the trophies of wit; But Apollo was angry, and publicly said, 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon 's head.
Страница 75 - Her lips were red, and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly). But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Страница 70 - If by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover, And, desiring to love true, Thou dost begin to love anew, Know this, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew.