The Works of Ben. Jonson

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D. Midwinter, 1756
 

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Page 47 - He would be ready, from his heat of humour, And overflowing of the vapour in him, To blow the ears of his familiars, With the false breath of telling what disgraces And low disparagements I had put upon him...
Page 39 - O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears! there's a conceit! fountains fraught with tears! O life, no life, but lively form of death!
Page 95 - Gentlemen, forbear, I pray' you. Bob. Well, sirrah, you Holofernes; by my hand, I will pink your flesh full of holes with my rapier for this; I will, by this good heaven! nay, let him come, let him come, gentlemen; by the body of St. George, I'll not kill him. [Offer to fight again, and are parted.
Page 54 - I'd not wear it as it is, an you would give me an angel. Brai. At your worship's pleasure, sir : nay, 'tis a most pure Toledo. Step. I had rather it were a Spaniard. But tell me, what shall I give you for it? An it had a silver hilt — E.
Page 105 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy. They could not in their honour refuse us.
Page 32 - But would your packet, Master Wellbred, had arrived at him in such a minute of his patience ! then we had known the end of it, which now is doubtful, and threatens [sees Master Stephen.] What, my wise cousin!
Page 61 - Ned Knowell! by my soul, welcome: how dost thou, sweet spirit, my genius? 'Slid, I shall love Apollo and the mad Thespian girls the better, while I live, for this, my dear Fury; now, I see there's some love in thee. Sirrah, these be the two I writ to thee of: nay, what a drowsy humour is this now! why dost thou not speak?
Page 31 - You'll be worse vexed when you are trussed, master Stephen. Best keep unbraced, and walk yourself till you be cold; your choler may founder you else.
Page 81 - Only thus much ; by Hercules, I do hold it, and will affirm it before any prince in Europe, to be the most sovereign and precious weed that ever the earth tendered to the use of man.
Page 144 - So in every human body, The choler, melancholy, phlegm, and blood, By reason that they flow continually In some one part, and are not continent, Receive the name of humours. Now thus far It may, by metaphor, apply itself Unto the general disposition: As when some one peculiar quality Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw All his affects, his spirits, and his powers, In their confluctions, all to run one way, This may be truly said to be a humour.

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