Beaumont And Fletcher Quotes

The hand of Heaven is on me, be it far from me to struggle, if my secret sins have pull'd this curse upon me, lend me tears now to wash me white, that I may feel a child-like innocence within my breast; which once perform'd, O give me leave to stand as fix'd as constancy her self, my eyes set here unmov'd, regardless of the world though thousand miseries incompass me.

Experiment 1 began at noon on August 1, 1825. “I introduced through the perforation, into the stomach, the following articles of diet, suspended by a silk string: . . . a piece of high seasoned à la mode beef; a piece of raw salted fat pork; a piece of raw salted lean beef; . . . a piece of stale bread; and a bunch of raw sliced cabbage; . . . the lad continuing his usual employment about the house.” On the very first day of his research career, Beaumont’s work dealt a bruising blow to Fletcherism*—seventy-five years before it was invented: “2 p.m. Found the cabbage, bread, pork, and boiled beef all cleanly digested and gone from the string.” No chewing necessary.* Only the raw beef remained intact.

The Safest Place It’s a hygienic lovers’ tiff That starts with if and only if And tails off like a doctor’s note. How could you write the things you wrote, Scaremongering? I’m sure we’ll live. Thank God my job’s repetitive. It keeps me calm – no hurt, no games. I type a list of authors’ names, Relish the thought of getting bored. I’m busy here. I can’t afford To fall apart or fall behind. Everywhere else you’re on my mind; Work has become the safest place. This catalogue, this database, Proves, in a way, that life goes on. Beaumont, Francis. Fletcher, John.

The Knight of the Burning Pestle was first performed in 1607 before it was published in quarto form in 1613. The play is credited to Francis Beaumont, before he began his highly successful partnership with John Fletcher.

It is hard to say exactly why Shakespeare became “divine,” and Jonson or Beaumont or Fletcher didn’t. Greatness is nebulous. It depends not only on the intrinsic qualities of a work but also on the extrinsic forces that sweep in to lift it up.

He is great and he is just, He is ever good, and must Be honored. Daffodillies, Roses, pinks, and loved lilies, Let us fling, while we sing, Ever Holy! Ever Holy! Ever honored! Ever young! The great Pan is ever sung!” Beaumont and Fletcher.