The Spanish Curate - Results found: 51
I dare tell you to yo
r new ceruz’d face, You are y
e proudest th. & have y
e least reason to be soe, y
t I ev read of. In stature
you are a giantess, & yo
r tailor takes measure of you w
th a
Jacobs staffe, or he can nev reach you. For yo
r complexion, you
are so farre frō faire, I doubt yo
r mother was too familiar
w
th y
e Moore y
t serv’d her. Y o
r limbs, & features I pass breifely
ov, as th
r not worth description, & come roundly to your Soule
if you have any. for ‘tis doubtfull.
By Don Jamie,
in The Spanish Curate (4.1.32-46),
Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23
-- joyn farm to farm, suffer no LoP y
t in a cleare day Falls
in y
e prospect of yo
r covetous ey to be anothers. take use
upon use, & cutt y
e throats of hayres w
th cozening Mortgages
rack yo
r poore tenants, till they look like so many skeletons
for want of food: And w
n y
t widdows curses y
e ruines of ancient
families, tears of Orphans Have hurried you to y
e devill, yo
r heyr will dance merrily upō yo
r grave, ꝑhaps give a double
pistolet to some poore needy fryer to say a mass to keepe
y o
r ghost frō walking.
By Don Jamie,
in The Spanish Curate (1.1.197-211),
Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27
– He thus lessons his wife;
a retir’d sweet life, Private, & close, & still, & housewifely
becomes a wife, sets of y
e grace of woman. At home to be
beleev’d both young. & handsome, As lillies y
t are cas’d in chry= stall glasses, Makes up y
e wonder: shew it abroad, ‘tis stale. &
still y
e more eyes cheapen it, ‘tis more slubberd. And w
t need
windows open to inviting? or evening Tarrases to take opi nions? w
n y
e most wholsome aire blows inwards, w
n good thoughts
are y
n noblest companions, & old chast stories y
e best discourses. --
By Bartolus,
in The Spanish Curate (2.2.1-12),
Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 28