The Comedies of William Congreve, Volume 1Methuen, 1895 |
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Pagina x
... one to sleep , and where the author tries in vain to be merry and wise in the same breath . ' These in place of the court , the gala day of wit and pleasure , of gallantry , and Charles the Second ! ' And X INTRODUCTION TO.
... one to sleep , and where the author tries in vain to be merry and wise in the same breath . ' These in place of the court , the gala day of wit and pleasure , of gallantry , and Charles the Second ! ' And X INTRODUCTION TO.
Pagina xix
... pleasure my occupation , and let Father Time shake his glass . ' Or Fondlewife soliloquises : ' Tell me , Isaac , why art thee jealous ? Why art thee distrustful of the wife of thy bosom ? Because she is young and vigorous , and I am ...
... pleasure my occupation , and let Father Time shake his glass . ' Or Fondlewife soliloquises : ' Tell me , Isaac , why art thee jealous ? Why art thee distrustful of the wife of thy bosom ? Because she is young and vigorous , and I am ...
Pagina xxvii
... pleasure , and the town , a ques- tion at once so foreign and domestic . But I talk like an old maid at a marriage , I don't know what I say . ' might quote for ever . Witwoud , almost as much as Milla- mant herself , is an eternal type ...
... pleasure , and the town , a ques- tion at once so foreign and domestic . But I talk like an old maid at a marriage , I don't know what I say . ' might quote for ever . Witwoud , almost as much as Milla- mant herself , is an eternal type ...
Pagina 3
... pleasure that I lay hold on this first occasion which the accidents of my life have given me of writing to your lordship : for since at the same time I write to all the world , it will be a means of publishing ( what I would have ...
... pleasure that I lay hold on this first occasion which the accidents of my life have given me of writing to your lordship : for since at the same time I write to all the world , it will be a means of publishing ( what I would have ...
Pagina 5
... pleasures tost , And foreign int'rests , to his hopes long lost : Poor Lee and Otway dead ! Congreve appears , The darling , and last comfort of his years . May'st thou live long in thy great master's smiles , And growing under him ...
... pleasures tost , And foreign int'rests , to his hopes long lost : Poor Lee and Otway dead ! Congreve appears , The darling , and last comfort of his years . May'st thou live long in thy great master's smiles , And growing under him ...
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agad ARAM Araminta believe BELIN BELINDA BELL BELLMOUR Bless BLUFF BRISK Careless Cocky Colley Cibber comedy comedy of manners confess Congreve Congreve's cousin creature CYNT Cynthia d'ye damned dear deuce take devil face faith favour FOND Fondlewife fool fortune Gads-bud give hear HEART Heartwell heaven honour hope humour husband i'gad Jeremy Collier kiss LADY FROTH LADY PLYANT LADY TOUCH LADY TOUCHWOOD ladyship LÆT laugh let me perish look LORD FROTH Lord Harry LORD TOUCH LORD TOUCHWOOD lordship lover LUCY madam marry MASK Maskwell Mellefont mistress never Nykin Old Bachelor pardon passion play pleasure poor Pray Prithee rogue satiric SAYGRACE SCENE VIII SETTER SHARP Sharper SILV SIR JO SIR PAUL soul speak stay sure swear talk tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Vainlove villain wife WILLIAM CONGREVE woman
Populaire passages
Pagina 90 - 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 xxvii - Beauty the lover's gift ! — Lord, what is a lover, that it can give ? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases ; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.
Pagina xxiv - Hymen shall put his torch into a dark lanthorn, that it may be secret; and Juno shall give her peacock poppy-water, that he may fold his ogling tail, and Argus's hundred eyes be shut, ha! Nobody shall know but Jeremy.
Pagina 101 - And just abandoning th' 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...
Pagina 99 - Our builders were with want of genius curst; The second temple was not like the first : Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, 15 Our beauties equal, but excel our strength.
Pagina 100 - Thy first attempt an early promise made; 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. This is your portion, this your native store, Heav'n, 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....
Pagina 99 - 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, Conqu'ring with force of arms and dint of wit. Theirs was the giant race, before the flood; And thus, when Charles returned, our empire stood. Like Janus...
Pagina 126 - Hear you? No, no; I'll deny you first, and hear you afterwards. For one does not know how one's mind may change upon hearing — hearing is one of the senses, and all the senses are fallible. I won't trust my honour, I assure you; my honour is infallible and uncomatable.
Pagina 126 - I swear I'll deny it — therefore don't ask me; nay, you shan't ask me, I swear I'll deny it. O Gemini, you have brought all the blood into my face; I warrant I am as red as a turkey-cock. O fie, cousin Mellefont!
Pagina 101 - 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.