Tales of the Drama: Founded on the Tragedies of Shakespeare, Massinger, Shirley, Rowe, Murphy, Lillo, and Moore, and on the Comedies of Steel, Farquhar, Cumbrland, Bickerstaff, Goldsmith, and Mrs. Cowley
Robinson, 1833 - 426 Seiten
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Seite 165 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Seite 282 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Seite 188 - ... arts you labour to destroy ; A thousand ways our ruin you pursue, Yet blame in us those arts first taught by you.
Seite 412 - ... breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
Seite 377 - I'ma beggar. — Why, tell it now. I, that can bear the ruin of those dearer to me — the ruin of a sister and her infant, can bear that too. Bev. No more of this — you wring my heart. Char.
Seite 169 - Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel. What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry...
Seite 364 - Not handled too roughly, nor play'd on too much ! The sparrow and linnet will feed from your hand, Grow tame by...
Seite 386 - I'll bear them patiently, so he be happy! These hands shall toil for his support; these eyes be lifted up for hourly blessings on him; and every duty of a fond and faithful wife be doubly done to cheer and comfort him. So hear me ! so reward me ! [Rises.] Bev. I would kneel too, but that offended heaven would turn my prayers into curses; for I have done a deed to make life horrible to you.