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As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
The Honest Man's Fortune (1613)
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout,
That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
The Tragedy of Bonduca (1611)
There is no jesting with edge tools.
The Little French Lawyer (1619)
Charity and treating begin at home.
Wit Without Money (1614)
What mare's nest hast thou found?
The Tragedy of Bonduca (1611)
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
The Loyal Subject (1616)
Danae in a Brazen Tower,
Where no love was, lov’d a Showr.
Valantinian (1647)
That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.
The Elder Brother (1625)
Go far—too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;—
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.
This is a pretty flimflam.
The Little French Lawyer (1619)
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Rollo, Duke of Normandy, or The Bloody Brother (1617)
The flower that I would pluck
And put between my breasts, O, then but beginning
To swell about the blossom—she would long
Till she had such another, and commit it
To the like innocent cradle, where, phœnix-like,
They died in perfume.
Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still;
And when the stars are labouring, we believe
It is not that they govern, but they grieve
For stubborn ignorance; all things that are
Made for our general uses, are at war, —
Even we among ourselves; and from the strife,
Your first unlike opinions got a life.
The Honest Man's Fortune (1613)