The Return from Parnassus: Or, The Scourge of Simony

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William Henry Oliphant Smeaton
Dent, 1905 - 135 Seiten
 

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Seite 125 - It is a common practice now-a-days, amongst a sort of shifting companions, that run through every art and thrive by none, to leave the trade of noverint, whereto they were born, and busy themselves with the endeavours of art, that could scarcely latinise their neck-verse if they should have need : yet English Seneca read by candlelight yields many good sentences, as
Seite 76 - Why here's our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down — ay, and Ben Jonson too. O that Ben Jonson is a pestilent fellow ; he brought up Horace, giving the poets a pill ; but our fellow Shakespeare hath given him a purge, that made him bewray his credit.
Seite 107 - As the soul of Euphorbus was thought to live in Pythagoras, so the sweet witty soul of Ovid lives in mellifluous and honey-tongued Shakespeare : witness his ' Venus and Adonis,' his ' Lucrece,' his sugared sonnets among his private friends, &c.
Seite 8 - Such barmy heads wil alwaies be working, when as sad vineger wittes sit souring at the bottome of a barrell : plaine Meteors, bred of the exhalation of Tobacco, and the vapors of a moyst pot, that soure vp into the open ayre, when as sounder wit keepes belowe.
Seite 79 - I like your face, and the proportion of your body for Richard the 3. I pray M. Phil, let me see you act a little of it.
Seite 13 - Marlowe was happy in his buskined muse, Alas ! unhappy in his life and end ; Pity it is that wit so ill should dwell, Wit lent from heaven, but vices sent from hell.
Seite 77 - But be merry, my lads, you have happened upon the most excellent vocation in the world for money ; they come North and South to bring it to our playhouse ; and for honours, who of more report than Dick Burbage and Will Kempe ? He is not counted a gentleman, that knows not Dick Burbage and Will Kempe.
Seite 4 - Whose former griefs seldom have happy end. Frame as well, we might with easy strain, With far more praise, and with as little pain, Stories of love, where...
Seite 14 - Judicio, that carried the deadly stock in his pen, whose muse was armed with a gagtooth, and his pen possessed with Hercules' furies. Jud. Let all his faults sleep with his mournful chest, And then for ever with his ashes rest. His style was witty, though he had some gall. Something he might have mended, so may all. Yet this I say, that for a mother wit, Few men have ever seen the like of it.
Seite 131 - Luscus what's playd to day ? faith now I know I set thy lips abroach, from whence doth flow Naught but pure Juliat and Romio. Say, who acts best ? Drusus, or Roscio?

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