The Works of Thomas Middleton,

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Edward Lumley, Chancery Lane., 1840
 

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327 psl. - At London, Printed by IR, for Thomas Heyes, and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard, at the signe of the Greene Dragon, 1600.
106 psl. - Of Venus, and small Cupid's high displeasure ; ' 'Tis but the Family of Love ' translated Into more costly sin...
89 psl. - The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jury-men may dine; The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease.
470 psl. - Well: why, suppose The two-leaved tongues of slander or of truth Pronounce Moll loathsome: if before my love She appear fair, what injury have I? I have the thing I like: in all things else Mine own eye guides me, and I find 'em prosper; Life, what should ail it now? I know that man Ne'er truly loves — if he gainsay't he lies...
508 psl. - I speak seriously, As some have a conceit their drink tastes better In an outlandish cup than in our own, So methinks every kiss she gives me now In this strange form is worth a pair of two.
430 psl. - Hence, lewd impudent ! I know not what to term thee, man or woman ; For nature, shaming to acknowledge thee For either, hath produc'd thee to the world Without a sex : some say thou art a woman Others, a man ; and many, thou art both Woman and man . but I think rather, neither ; Or man and horse, as th' old Centaurs were feign 'd ' [a passage very inaccurately cited in Steevens's note apud the Var.
450 psl. - Hum — ha — let me see — This knave shall be the axe to hew that down At which I stumble ; has a face that promiseth Much of a villain : I will grind his wit, And, if the edge prove fine, make use of it.
493 psl. - Hercules' labours to tread one of these city hens, because their cocks are still crowing over them. There's no turning tail here, I must on.
84 psl. - Note but the misery of this usuring slave : j here he lies, like a noisome dunghill, full of the \ poison of his drunken blasphemies ; and they to whom he bequeaths all, grudge him the very meat that feeds him, the very pillow that eases him. Here may a usurer behold his end : what profits it to be a slave in this world, and a devil i' th
456 psl. - I protest I'm in extreme want of money ; if you can supply me now with any means, you do me the greatest pleasure, next to the bounty of your love, as ever poor gentleman tasted. Mis. G. What's the sum would pleasure ye, sir? though you deserve nothing less at my hands. 1 A quibble on " manners " and

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