The Dramatic Works of John Lilly, (the Euphuist.): Mydas. Mother Bombie. The woman in the moone. Love's metamorphosis. NotesJ.R. Smith, 1858 |
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Side 279 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
Side 3 - Time hath confounded our minds, our minds the matter; but all cometh to this pass, that what heretofore hath been served in several dishes for a feast, is now minced in a charger for a Gallimaufry. If we present a mingle-mangle, our fault is to be excused, because the whole world is become an Hodge-podge.
Side 263 - He understood the speech of birds As well as they themselves do words ; Could tell what subtlest parrots mean, That speak and think contrary clean ; What member 'tis of whom they talk When they cry ' Rope,' and
Side 261 - This is the representation of an Englishman thus described 4by Coryat in his 'Crudities:' — "We wear more fantastical fashions than any nation under the sun doth, the French only excepted; which hath given occasion to the Venetian and other Italians to brand the Englishman with a notable mark of levity, by painting him stark naked, with a pair of shears in his hand, making his fashion of attire according to the vain conception of his brain-sick head, not to comeliness and decorum.
Side 29 - I instructed thee in the phrases of our eloquent occupation, as — How, sir, will you be trimmed ? Will you have your beard like a spade or a bodkin ? A pent-house on your upper lip, or an ally on your chin ? A low curl on your head like a Bull, or dangling locke like a Spaniell ? Your Mustachoes sharpe at the ends like Shomakers' aules, or hanging downe to your mouth like Goates' flakes ? Your Love-lockes wreathed with a silken twist, or shaggie to fall on your shoulders.
Side 265 - And when they come to washing, oh ! how gingerly they behave themselves therein; for then shall your mouth be bossed with the lather, or fome that...
Side 280 - 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.
Side 42 - MY Daphne's hair is twisted gold, Bright stars a-piece her eyes do hold, My Daphne's brow enthrones the Graces, My Daphne's beauty stains all faces; On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry, On Daphne's lip a sweeter berry; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt, And then no heavenlier warmth is felt; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres, My Daphne's music charms all ears. Fond am I thus to sing her praise : These glories now are turned to bays.
Side 265 - The grandfather of Mrs. Thomas, the Corinna of Cromwell, the literary friend of Pope, by her account, " was very nice in the mode of that age, his valet being some hours every morning in starching his beard and curling his whiskers; during which time he was always read to.
Side 281 - King of England, and back again for the Prince, and sit still on his arse for the Pope and the King of Spain.