All's lost by lust
| dc.contributor | Gunby, David Department of English, University of Canterbury, NZ |
| dc.contributor.author | Rowley, William, 1585?-1642? |
| dc.coverage.placeName | London |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T16:22:26Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T16:22:26Z |
| dc.date.created | 1633 |
| dc.date.issued | 1985-03-06 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0608 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0608 |
| dc.description.abstract | Microfilm. Ann Arbor, Mich. : University Microfilms International, 1971. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1152:24) Microopaque. New York, N.Y. : Readex, 1953. 1 microopaque ; 23 x 15 cm (Three centuries of English and American plays, 15000-1830). Also available in microfiche Location of copy used for transcription: National Library of Scotland |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 93.8 KB) |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Plays -- England -- 17th century |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Tragedies -- England -- 17th century |
| dc.title | All's lost by lust |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 96148 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1600-1699 |
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< TITLE ALL'S LOST BY LUST.> <SN PROLOGUE.> THUS FROM THE POET AM I BID TO SAY, HE KNOWES WHAT IUDGES SIT TO DOOME EACH PLAY, (THE OVER-CURIOUS CRITICKE,OR THE WISE) THE ONE WITH SQUINT,T'OTHER WITH SUNNE-LIKE EYES, SHOOTES THROUGH EACH SCAENE: THE ONE CRYES ALL THINGS DOWNE, T'OTHER HIDES STRANGERS FAULTS CLOSE AS HIS OWNE. LAS^ THOSE WHO OUT OF CUSTOME COME TO GEERE, (SUNG THE FULL QUIRE OF THE NINE MUSES HERE) SO CARPING, NOT FROM WIT, BUT APISH SPITE, AND FETHERD IGNORANCE, THUS OUR POET DOES SLIGHT. T'IS NOT A GAY SUTE, OR DISTORTED FACE, CAN BEATE HIS MERIT OFF, WHICH HAS WONNE GRACE IN THE FULL THEATER, NOR CAN NOW FEARE THE TEETH OF ANY SNAKIE WHISPERER: BUT TO THE WHITE, AND SWEET UNCLOUDED BROW, (THE HEAVEN WHERE TRUE WORTH MOVES) OUR POET DOES BOW; PATRONS OF ARTS, AND PILOTS TO THE STAGE, WHO GUIDE IT (THROUGH ALL TEMPESTS) FROM THE RAGE OF ENVIOUS WHIRLE-WINDES, O DOE YOU BUT STEERE HIS MUSE THIS DAY, AND BRING HER TOT'H WISH'D SHORE, YOU ARE THOSE DELPHICKE POWERS,WHOM . . .
