Thomas Dekker - Results found: 74
Play: The Untrussing of the Poet Dekker
weddings
flowers never die a sweeter death, than when they are smother'd to death in a Lover's bosom,, or else paue the high wayes, ouer which these pretty, simpring, setting things, call’d brides, must trippe. becuase 'tis—o a most sweet thing to lie with a man
By Gentlewoman 2,
in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 89-96),
Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
For, if of all the bodies parts, the head
Be the
most royall: if discourse, wit, Iudgement
, And all our vnderstanding faculties
,
Sit there in their high Court of Parliament, Enacting lawes to sway this humorous world: This little He of Man: needes must that crowne, Which stands vpon this supreame head, be faire, And helde inualuable, and that crownes the Haire:
The head that wants this honour stands awry, Is bare in name and in authority.
By Horace,
in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN1454-1463),
Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
Against Baldness
That the foure Elements take pride
to weare The fashion of it: when Firemost bright
does burne, The flames
to golden lockes
doe striue to turne; When her lasciuious armes
the Water hurles, About theshoares wast,
sleeke head she curles: And rorid cloudesbeing suckt into the Ayre, When
downe they melt
to, hangs like
fine siluer hayre
You see the Earth (whose head so oft is shorne) Frighted
to feele her lockes
so rudely torne,
Stands with her haire an end, and (thus afraide) Turnes euery haire to a greene naked blade.
Besides, when (strucke with griefe) we
we long to dye, We
that most, which
most does beautifie
By Horace,
in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1474-1486),
Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
hee whose yeares doe rise, To their full height, yet not balde, is not wise. The Head is Wisedomes house, Haire but the thatch, Haire? It 's the basest stubble; in scorne of it, This Prouerbe sprung, he has more
haire then wit: Marke you not in derision how we call,A head growne thicke with haire, Bush-naturall?
By Crispinus,
in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN1849-1855),
Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
So much mettle in him as is in a cobbl
r s awle.
he would ha' been a vexed thing; he and his train
had blown wyou up. but
that their powder has taken the wet of Cowards.
You'll bleed three pottles of Alicant, by this light, if you follow 'em, and then we shall have a hole made in a wrong place, surgeons would have rould
wyou
to have surgeons roll thee up like a baby in swaddling clouts.
By Mattheo,
in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN95-100),
Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v