A Select Collection of Old Plays, Svazek 5R. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1744 |
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Strana 191 - Nay, what a paradise of joy have you passed under ! Why, now I commend thee, charge. Fear nothing, sweetheart: what though he be your brother? your brother's a man, I hope; and I say still, if a young wench feel the fit upon her, let her take any body, father or brother, all is one.
Strana 161 - But for certain players, there thou liest, boy; they were never more uncertain in their lives; now up and now down, they know not when to play, 30 where to play, nor what to play. Not when to play for fearful fools, where to play for Puritan fools, nor what to play for critical fools.
Strana 14 - Caesar or great Alexander ; Licking my feet, and wondering where I got This precious ointment. How my pace is mended ! How princely do I speak ! how sharp I threaten ! Peasants, I'll curb your headstrong impudence, And make you tremble when the lion roars, Ye earth-bred worms. O, for a looking-glass ! Poets will write whole volumes of this scorce;2 Where's my attendants? Come hither, sirrah, quickly ; Or by the wings of Hermes...
Strana 177 - Twixt my perpetual happiness and me? Say that we had one father, say one womb (Curse to my joys!) gave both us life and birth; Are we not, therefore, each to other bound So much the more by nature? by the links Of blood, of reason? nay, if you will have it, Even of religion, to be ever one, One soul, one flesh, one love, one heart, one all?
Strana 26 - Men. Nothing less. I must confess I would fain have jogged Stow and great Hollingshed on their elbows, when they were about their chronicles; and, as I remember, Sir John Mandevill's travels, and a great part of the Decads, were of my doing : but for the Mirror of Knighthood...
Strana 205 - Would he that beat thy blood out of thy head, had beaten some wit into it ! for I fear thou never wilt have any. Ber.
Strana 225 - This noble creature was in every part So angel-like, so glorious, that a woman, Who had not been but human, as was I, Would have kneel'd to him, and have begg'd for love.
Strana 214 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness : in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths: there damned souls Roar without pity; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders; there is burning oil...
Strana 240 - twere somewhat strange To see the waters burn: could I believe This might be true, I could believe as well There might be hell or Heaven.
Strana 235 - O the glory Of two united hearts like hers and mine! Let poring book-^men dream of other worlds ; My world, and all of happiness, is here, And I'd not change it for the best to come: A life of pleasure is Elysium.