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... looks behind , and wants thy strong Embrace : She yields , fhe yields , furrenders all her Charms , Do you but force her gently to your Arms : Such Nerves , fuch Graces , in your Lines appear , you were made to be her Ravisher . As ...
... looks behind , and wants thy strong Embrace : She yields , fhe yields , furrenders all her Charms , Do you but force her gently to your Arms : Such Nerves , fuch Graces , in your Lines appear , you were made to be her Ravisher . As ...
Pagina 11
... Look- ing . Glafs after the Small - Pox . HEARTWELL . I confess I have not been fneering fulfome Lyes and naufeo fawn fawning upon a little tawdry Whore , that will fawn upon me again , and entertain any Puppy that comes , like a ...
... Look- ing . Glafs after the Small - Pox . HEARTWELL . I confess I have not been fneering fulfome Lyes and naufeo fawn fawning upon a little tawdry Whore , that will fawn upon me again , and entertain any Puppy that comes , like a ...
Pagina 26
... Look you here Boy , here's your Jefuit's Powder for a fhaking Fit thou got with thee , is he of Mettle ! your Antidote , here's But who haft [ Laying his Hand upon his Sword . Sir JOSEPH WITTO L L. Ay , Bully , a Devilish fmart Fellow ...
... Look you here Boy , here's your Jefuit's Powder for a fhaking Fit thou got with thee , is he of Mettle ! your Antidote , here's But who haft [ Laying his Hand upon his Sword . Sir JOSEPH WITTO L L. Ay , Bully , a Devilish fmart Fellow ...
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... impenetrable Whiskers of his have confronted Flames ---- BLUFFE . Death , what do you mean , Sir Joseph ? " Sir JOSEPH WITTOL L. Look you now , I Sir 28 The OLD BATCHELOR . You must know, Sir,. I was refident in ...
... impenetrable Whiskers of his have confronted Flames ---- BLUFFE . Death , what do you mean , Sir Joseph ? " Sir JOSEPH WITTOL L. Look you now , I Sir 28 The OLD BATCHELOR . You must know, Sir,. I was refident in ...
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... Look you now , I tell you he's fo modeft he'll own no- thing . BLUFF E. Pish , you have put me out , I have forgot what I was about . Pray hold your Tongue , and give me leave . Sir JOSEPH WITTOL L. I am dumb . BLUFFE . [ Angrily . This ...
... Look you now , I tell you he's fo modeft he'll own no- thing . BLUFF E. Pish , you have put me out , I have forgot what I was about . Pray hold your Tongue , and give me leave . Sir JOSEPH WITTOL L. I am dumb . BLUFFE . [ Angrily . This ...
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Pagina 4 - You read of but one wise man, and all that he knew was, that he knew nothing. Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools : they have need of 'em : wit, be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation ; and let father Time shake his glass.
Pagina 178 - ... perverting me from the road of virtue, in which I have trod thus long, and never made one trip, not one faux pas; Oh, consider it, what would you have to answer for, if you should provoke me to frailty? Alas! humanity is feeble, Heaven knows! very feeble, and unable to support itself.
Pagina 256 - Mask. Stay, I have a doubt. — Upon second thoughts we had better meet in the chaplain's chamber here, the corner chamber at this end of the gallery; there is a back way into it, so that you need not come through this door — and a pair of private stairs leading down to the stables. It will be more convenient.
Pagina 253 - Hear me: consent to the breaking off this marriage, and the promoting any other without consulting me, and I'll renounce all blood, all relation and concern with you for ever; nay, I'll be your enemy, and pursue you to destruction: I'll tear your eyes out, and tread you under my feet.
Pagina 70 - Heaven, there's not a woman will give a man the pleasure of a chase ! my sport is always balked, or cut short ! I stumble over the game I would pursue. 'Tis dull and unnatural to have a hare run full in the hound's mouth, and would distaste the keenest hunter: I would have overtaken, not have met, my game.
Pagina 161 - Were you not in the nature of a servant, and have not I in effect made you lord of all, of me, and of my lord? Where is that humble love, the languishing, that adoration, which once was paid me, and everlastingly engaged?
Pagina 171 - Nay, I have known two wits meet, and by the opposition of their wit render themselves as ridiculous as fools. 'Tis an odd game we're going to play at; what think you of drawing stakes, and giving over in time ? Mel.
Pagina 140 - WELL then, the promised hour is come at last, The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our sires, and as they fought they writ, Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit: Theirs was the giant race before the flood ; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire stood. Like Janus...
Pagina 125 - What rugged ways attend the noon of life! Our sun declines, and with what anxious strife, What pain, we tug that galling load — a wife.
Pagina 212 - My mind gives me it won't — because we are both willing; we each of us strive to reach the goal, and hinder one another in the race ; I swear it never does well when the parties are so agreed. — For when people walk hand in hand, there's neither overtaking nor meeting : we hunt in couples, where we both pursue the same game, but forget one another ; and 'tis because we are so near that we don't think of coming together. Mel. Hum, 'gad I believe there's something in't ; — marriage is the game...