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Page 154 - Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it : his mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Page 129 - The laudable use of forks, Brought into custom here, as they are in Italy, To the sparing of napkins: that, that should have made Your bellows go at the forge, as his at the furnace.
Page 313 - Hath been derived down to us, and received In a succession for the noblest way Of breeding up our youth, in letters, arms, Fair mien, discourses, civil exercise, And all the blazon of a gentleman ? Where can he learn to vault, to ride, to fence, To move his body gracefuller, to speak His language purer, or to tune his mind Or manners more to the harmony of nature, Than in these nurseries of nobility? Host. Ay, that was when the nursery's self was noble, And only virtue made it, not the market, That...
Page 330 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness?
Page 469 - I could not get one bit of bread, Whereby my hunger might be fed : Nor drink, but such as channels yield, Or stinking ditches in the field. Thus weary of my life, at lengthe I yielded up my vital strength, Within a ditch of loathsome scent, Where carrion dogs did much frequent : The which now since my dying daye, Is Shoreditch call'd as writers saye,* Which is a witness of my sinne, For being concubine to a King.
Page 415 - Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age, Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair of wit, Indicting and arraigning every day Something they call a play.
Page 57 - Thirdly, plays have made the ignorant more apprehensive,* taught the unlearned the knowledge of many famous histories, instructed such as cannot read in the discovery* of all our English chronicles; and what man have you now of that weak capacity that cannot discourse of any notable thing recorded even from William the Conqueror, nay, from the landing of Brute, until this day...
Page 69 - Robinson, A very pretty fellow, and comes often To a gentleman's chamber, a friend of mine. We had The merriest supper of it there, one night, The gentleman's landlady invited him To a gossip's feast: now, he, sir, brought Dick Robinson, Drest like a lawyer's wife, amongs 'em all: I lent him clothes.