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Página 400 - nox ruit, Aenea ; nos flendo ducimus horas. hic locus est partis ubi se via findit in ambas : 540 dextera quae Ditis magni sub moenia tendit, hac iter Elysium nobis ; at laeva malorum exercet poenas et ad impia Tartara mittit.
Página lxxx - I have been told by some anciently conversant with the Stage, that it was not Originally his, but brought by a private Author to be Acted, and he only gave some Master-touches to one or two of the Principal Parts or Characters...
Página 44 - And, wishing, want, when such as I prevail. As for the fear of apprehension, I know, if need should be, my noble lord Will stand between me and ensuing harms: Besides, this place is free from all suspect.
Página 405 - Remember he's a courtier, and a soldier, And not to be trifled with; and, therefore, when He comes to woo you, see you do not coy it.
Página 40 - For want of ink, receive this bloody writ. Me hath my hapless brother hid from thee; Revenge thyself on Balthazar and him: For these were they that murdered thy son. Hieronimo, revenge Horatio's death, 30 And better fare than Bel-imperia doth.
Página lxxxiii - I would fain see all the poets of these times pen such another play as that was ! — they'll prate and swagger and keep a stir of art and devices, when (as I am a gentleman), read 'em, they are the most shallow, pitiful, barren fellows, that live upon the face of the earth again.
Página 346 - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my good is but vain hope of gain.
Página 67 - O ambitious beggar ! Wouldst thou have that that lives not in the world? Why, all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of justice, 'Tis a jewel so inestimable! I tell thee, God hath engrossed all justice in his hands, And there is none but what comes from him.