The mourning bride. The way of the world. The judgment of Paris. Semele. Poems on several occasionsT. Lowndes, T. Caslon, T. Davies, W. Nicoll, S. Bladon and R. Snagg, 1774 |
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Pagina 124
... Mill . OI have deny'd myfelf Airs To - day . I have walk'd as fast through the Croud- Witw . As a Favourite juft difgraced ; and with as few Followers . Mill . Dear Mr. Witwoud , Truce with your Si- militudes : For I am as fick of ' em ...
... Mill . OI have deny'd myfelf Airs To - day . I have walk'd as fast through the Croud- Witw . As a Favourite juft difgraced ; and with as few Followers . Mill . Dear Mr. Witwoud , Truce with your Si- militudes : For I am as fick of ' em ...
Pagina 125
... Mill . Ay , that's true - O but then I had - Minc- ing , what had I ? Why was I fo long ? Minc . O Mem , your Lafhip ftaid to perufe a Pacquet of Letters . Mill . O ay , Letters - I had Letters - I am perfe- cuted with Letters - I hate ...
... Mill . Ay , that's true - O but then I had - Minc- ing , what had I ? Why was I fo long ? Minc . O Mem , your Lafhip ftaid to perufe a Pacquet of Letters . Mill . O ay , Letters - I had Letters - I am perfe- cuted with Letters - I hate ...
Pagina 126
... Mill . O the Vanity of thefe Men ! Fainall ; d'ye hear him ? If they did not commend us , we were not handfome ! Now you must know they cou'd not commend one , if one was not handfome . Beauty the Lover's Gift ! -Lord , what is a Lover ...
... Mill . O the Vanity of thefe Men ! Fainall ; d'ye hear him ? If they did not commend us , we were not handfome ! Now you must know they cou'd not commend one , if one was not handfome . Beauty the Lover's Gift ! -Lord , what is a Lover ...
Pagina 127
... Mill . O Fiction ! Fainall , let us leave these Men . Mir . Draw off Witwoud . [ Afide to Mrs. Fainall . ] Mrs. Fain . Immediately . I have a Word or two for Mr , Witwoud . SCENE V. MILLAMANT , MIRABELL , MINCING . Mir . I wou'd beg a ...
... Mill . O Fiction ! Fainall , let us leave these Men . Mir . Draw off Witwoud . [ Afide to Mrs. Fainall . ] Mrs. Fain . Immediately . I have a Word or two for Mr , Witwoud . SCENE V. MILLAMANT , MIRABELL , MINCING . Mir . I wou'd beg a ...
Pagina 128
... Mill . Come , don't look grave then . Well , what do you fay to me ? Mir . I fay that a Man may as foon make a Friend by his Wit , or a Fortune by his Honefty , as win a Woman with Plain - dealing and Sincerity . Mill . Sententious ...
... Mill . Come , don't look grave then . Well , what do you fay to me ? Mir . I fay that a Man may as foon make a Friend by his Wit , or a Fortune by his Honefty , as win a Woman with Plain - dealing and Sincerity . Mill . Sententious ...
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Almeria Alphonfo Amyntas Arms ATHAMA behold Bleffings Breaft CADMUS Caufe Charms cou'd dear Death Defire doft thou ev'ry Eyes Face facred fafe faid Fain Fainall falfe fame Fate fave fear feem feen fhall fhew fhou'd fing firft flain foft Foible fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gonf Grief Hafte hear Heart Heav'n Heli himſelf Honour Hufband Jove JUNO JUPITER King Lady WISHFORT laft lefs loft Love Lover Lyre Madam Marwood Mill Millamant Mirabell moft moſt mourn Mufe Mufick muft muſt myſelf Numbers Nymph o'er Ofmyn Ovid Paffion Perfon Petulant Pindar pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r prefent Priam Reft rife SCENE SEMELE Senfe ſhall ſhe Sir Rowland Sir Wil Sir Wilfull Song ſpeak thee thefe theſe Thing thofe thoſe thought thro Verfes weep whofe Wife Witw Witwoud wou'd Zara
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Pagina 102 - 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 159 - I'll fly, and be followed to the last moment. Though I am upon the very verge of matrimony, I expect you should solicit me as much as if I were wavering at the grate of a monastery, with one foot over the threshold. I'll be solicited to the very last, nay, and afterwards.
Pagina 27 - Whistling thro' hollows of this vaulted aisle; We'll listenLeonora. Hark! Almeria. No, all is hush'd and still as death, — Tis dreadful! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity!
Pagina 160 - 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 ever after. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play together, but let us be very strange...
Pagina 181 - Oh, she would have swooned at the sight or name of an obscene play-book !— and can I think, after all this, that my daughter can be naught? What, a whore? and thought it excommunication to set her foot within the door of a playhouse! O dear friend, I can't believe it, no, no! As she says, let him prove it, let him prove it.
Pagina 125 - I ask your pardon for that —one's cruelty is one's power; and when one parts with one's cruelty, one parts with one's power; and when one has parted with that, I fancy one's old and ugly.
Pagina 176 - Pray do but hear me, madam; he could not marry your ladyship, madam. No indeed, his marriage was to have been void in law; for he was married to me first, to secure your ladyship. He could not have bedded your ladyship, for if he had consummated with your ladyship, he must have run the risk of the law, and been put upon his clergy.
Pagina 101 - 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 147 - This is a vile Dog, I see that already. No Offence ! Ha, ha, ha, to him ; to him, Petulant, smoke him.
Pagina 28 - 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.