The Works of John Webster, 第 2 卷


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第 105 頁 - Shakespeare was godfather to one of Ben Jonson's children, and, after the christening, being in a deep study, Jonson came to cheer him up, and asked him why he was so melancholy. ' No faith, Ben,' says he, ' not I, but I have been considering a great while what should be the fittest gift for me to bestow upon my godchild, and I have resolved at last.' ' I prythee, what ? ' says he. ' I* faith, Ben, I'll e'en give him a dozen good Latin (latten) spoons, and thou shalt translate them.
第 219 頁 - What, not one ? Jove, thou hast found a rival upon earth, His nod strikes all men dumb. My duty to you. The ass that carried Isis on his back, Thought that the superstitious people kneel'd To give his dulness humble reverence : If thou think'st so, proud judge, I let thee see I bend low to thy gown, but not to thee.
第 7 頁 - A great part of the grace of this, I confess, lay in action ; yet can no action ever be gracious, where the decency of the language, and ingenious structure of the scene, arrive not to make up a perfect harmony.
第 49 頁 - I have heard Some talk of it very much, and many times To their auditors...
第 52 頁 - ... tis all one to lie in St. Innocent's churchyard, as in the sands of Egypt: ready to be anything, in the ecstasy of being ever, and as content with six foot as the moles of Adrianus.
第 308 頁 - One of the seven was wont to say, that laws were like cobwebs, where the small flies were caught, and the great brake through...
第 40 頁 - Con. You are false To the good thought I held of you ; and now, Join the worst part of man to you, your malice, To uphold that falsehood. Sacred innocence Is fled your bosom.
第 12 頁 - There is then a heavenly beauty in 't, the soul Moves in the superficies. Honorable Employment. Oh, my lord, lie not idle: The chiefest action for a man of great spirit Is never to be out of action. We should think; The soul was never put into the body, Which has so many rare and curious pieces Of mathematical motion, to stand still. Virtue is ever sowing of her seeds: In the trenches for the soldier ; in the wakeful study For the scholar; in the furrows of the sea For men of our profession : of...
第 127 頁 - All the flowers of the spring Meet to perfume our burying : These have but their growing prime, And man does flourish but his time. Survey our progress from our birth ; We are set, we grow, we turn to earth Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites. Sweetest breath and clearest eye (Like perfumes) go out and die; And consequently this is done, As shadows wait upon the sun. Vain the ambition of kings, Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but...
第 43 頁 - For that, let me embrace you. Con. Methinks, being an Italian, I trust you To come somewhat too near me: But your jealousy gave that embrace, to try If I were arm'd ; did it not ? Ere.