A History of English Dramatic Literature to the Death of Queen Anne, Band 3

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Seite 60 - Bos. Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
Seite 386 - O gracious God! how far have we Profaned thy heavenly gift of poesy! Made prostitute and profligate the Muse, Debased to each obscene and impious use, Whose harmony was first ordained above For tongues of angels, and for hymns of love! O wretched we! why were we hurried down This lubrique and adulterate age, (Nay, added fat pollutions of our own,) T' increase the steaming ordures of the stage? What can we say t
Seite 492 - It would have been a jest, some time since, for a man to have asserted that anything witty could be said in praise of a married state, or that Devotion and Virtue were any way necessary to the character of a Fine Gentleman.
Seite 22 - On a suit of fourteen groats, bought of the hangman, To grow rich, and then purchase, is too common : But this Sir Giles feeds high, keeps many servants...
Seite 78 - You need not fear, you shall not: this strange task being ended, I have paid the duty to the son which I have vowed to the father.
Seite 23 - I'll have her well attended ; there are ladies Of errant knights decay'd and brought so low, That for cast clothes and meat will gladly serve her. And 'tis my glory, though I come from the city, To have their issue whom I have undone, To kneel to mine as bondslaves.
Seite 371 - But spite of all his pride, a secret shame Invades his breast at Shakespeare's...
Seite 22 - He frights men out of their estates, And breaks through all law-nets, made to curb ill men, As they were cobwebs.
Seite 58 - When to my rescue there arose, methought, A whirlwind, which let fall a massy arm From that strong plant ; And both were struck dead by that sacred yew, In that base shallow grave that was their due. Flam. Excellent devil ! She hath taught him in a dream To make away his duchess and her husband.
Seite 476 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

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