William CongreveAmerican Book Company, 1912 - 466 páginas |
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Página 154
... Scan . What , Jeremy holding forth ? Val . The rogue has ( with all the wit he could muster up ) been declaiming against wit . Scan . Aye ? why , then , I'm afraid Jeremy has wit : for wherever it is , it's always contriving its own ...
... Scan . What , Jeremy holding forth ? Val . The rogue has ( with all the wit he could muster up ) been declaiming against wit . Scan . Aye ? why , then , I'm afraid Jeremy has wit : for wherever it is , it's always contriving its own ...
Página 155
... Scan . Rail ? at whom ? the whole world ? Impotent and vain ! who would die a martyr to sense " in a country where the religion is folly ? You may stand at bay for a while ; but when the full cry " is against you , you shan't have fair ...
... Scan . Rail ? at whom ? the whole world ? Impotent and vain ! who would die a martyr to sense " in a country where the religion is folly ? You may stand at bay for a while ; but when the full cry " is against you , you shan't have fair ...
Página 156
... Scan . And you , like a true great man , having engaged their attendance , and promised more than ever you in- tend to perform , are more perplexed to find evasions than you would be to invent the honest means of keep- ing your word ...
... Scan . And you , like a true great man , having engaged their attendance , and promised more than ever you in- tend to perform , are more perplexed to find evasions than you would be to invent the honest means of keep- ing your word ...
Página 157
... Scan . What , is it bouncing Margery with my godson ? Jer . Yes , sir . 209 Scan . My blessing to the boy , with this token of my love . [ Gives money . ] And , d'ye hear , bid Margery put more flocks in her bed , shift twice a - week ...
... Scan . What , is it bouncing Margery with my godson ? Jer . Yes , sir . 209 Scan . My blessing to the boy , with this token of my love . [ Gives money . ] And , d'ye hear , bid Margery put more flocks in her bed , shift twice a - week ...
Página 158
... Scan . What , I know Trapland has been a whore- master , and loves a wench still . You never knew a whoremaster that was not an honest fellow . Trap . Fie , Mr. Scandal ! you never knew n Scan . What , don't I know ? I know the buxom ...
... Scan . What , I know Trapland has been a whore- master , and loves a wench still . You never knew a whoremaster that was not an honest fellow . Trap . Fie , Mr. Scandal ! you never knew n Scan . What , don't I know ? I know the buxom ...
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Página 46 - And just abandoning the ungrateful stage : Unprofitably kept at Heaven's expense, I live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains ; and, oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more, nor could my love do less.
Página 46 - That your least praise, is to be regular. Time, place and action may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and never can be taught. This is your portion, this your native store : Heaven, that but once was prodigal before, To Shakespeare gave as much ; she could not give him more. Maintain your post : that's all the fame you need ; For 'tis impossible you should proceed. Already I am worn with cares and age, And just abandoning th...
Página 44 - But what we gained in skill we lost in strength. Our builders were with want of genius curst ; The second temple was not like the first ; Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel our strength.
Página 357 - Ah, madam, there was a time! — but let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held of sighing at your feet. Nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain.
Página 332 - Mirabell, don't let us be familiar or fond, nor kiss before folks, like my Lady Fadler and Sir Francis: nor go to Hyde Park together the first Sunday in a new chariot to provoke eyes and whispers, and then never to be seen there together again, as if we were proud of one another the first week, and ashamed of one another for ever after.
Página 390 - How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Página 316 - Well, an illiterate man's my aversion; I wonder at the impudence of any illiterate man to offer to make love.
Página 328 - Daunted, no. that's not it, it is not so much for that — for if so be that I set on't, I'll do't. But only for the present, 'tis sufficient 'till further acquaintance, that's all — your servant. Mrs.
Página 280 - Tis no matter for that, his wit will excuse that. A wit should no more be sincere than a woman constant: one argues a decay of parts, as t'other of beauty.
Página 45 - That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular. Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and never can be taught.