The Way of the World: A Comedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields, by His Majesty's Servants. Written by Mr. Congreve

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Jacob Tonson; and sold, 1706 - 68 pagina's

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Pagina 7 - ... honest fellow, and a very pretty fellow, and has a smattering — faith and troth, a pretty deal of an odd sort of a small wit: nay, I'll do him justice. I'm his friend, I won't wrong him. And if he had any judgment in the world, he would not be altogether contemptible. Come, come, don't detract from the merits of my friend.
Pagina 55 - Law? I care not for law. I can but die, and 'tis in a good cause. My lady shall be satisfied of my truth and innocence, though it cost me my life. LADY.
Pagina 5 - Marry her, marry her; be half as well acquainted with her charms as you are with her defects, and my life on't, you are your own man again.
Pagina 18 - But not to loathe, detest, abhor mankind, myself and the whole treacherous world. Fain. Nay, this is extravagance. Come, I ask your pardon. No tears. I was to blame; I could not love you and be easy in my doubts.
Pagina 4 - I am of another opinion: the greater the coxcomb, always the more the scandal; for a woman who is not a fool can have but one reason for associating with a man who is one.
Pagina 4 - I'll tell thee, Fainall, she once used me with that insolence that in revenge I took her to pieces, sifted her, and separated her failings: I studied 'em and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large that I was not without hopes, one day or other, to hate her heartily. To which end I so used myself to think of 'em, that at length, contrary...
Pagina 21 - O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why. - They serve one to pin up one's hair. Wit. Is that the way? Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters ; I find I must keep copies. Milla. Only with those in verse, Mr Witwoud. I never pin up my hair with prose.
Pagina 13 - To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old. For my part, my youth may wear and waste, but it shall never rust in my possession.
Pagina 17 - Have I not a wife? Nay, a wife that was a widow, a young widow, a handsome widow ; and would be again a widow, but that I have a heart of proof, and something of a constitution to bustle through the ways of wedlock and this world.
Pagina 2 - I did as much as man could, with any reasonable conscience ; I proceeded to the very last act of flattery with her, and was guilty of a song in her commendation.

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