James Shirley (September 1596 – October 1666 / London, England)
James Shirley (or Sherley) was an English dramatist.
He belonged to the great period of English dramatic literature, but, in Lamb's words, he "claims a place among the worthies of this period, not so much for any transcendent genius in himself, as that he was the last of a great race, all of whom spoke nearly the same language and had a set of moral feelings and notions in common." His career of play writing extended from 1625 to the suppression of stage plays by Parliament in 1642.
Shirley was born in London. He was educated at Merchant Taylors' School, London, St John's College, Oxford, and ... more »
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- A Hymn
- Cease, Warring Thoughts
- Death the Leveller
- Death's Final Conquest
- Death's Subtle Ways
- From Ajax Dirge
- On Her Dancing
- Peace Restored
- Sililoquy On Death
- Song of Nuns
- The Fair Felon
- The Garden
- The Glories of our Blood and State
- The Last Conqueror
Quotationsmore quotations »
Victorious men of earth, no moreJames Shirley (1596-1666), British dramatist. Cupid and Death (l. 23-24). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and...
Proclaim how wide your empires are;
Though you bind in every shore
And your triumphs reach as far
As night or day,
Yet you, proud mo...
The glories of our blood and stateJames Shirley (1596-1666), British dramatist. The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses (l. 1-8). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allis...
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and crown
''Only the actions of the justJames Shirley (1596-1666), British dramatist. The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses (l. 23-24). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. All...
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.''
''They stoop to fate,James Shirley (1596-1666), British dramatist. The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses (l. 14-16). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. All...
And must give up their murmuring breath,
When they, pale captives, creep to death.''