Tales of the Drama: Founded on the Tragedies of Shakspeare, Massinger, Shirley, Rowe, Murphy, Lillo, and Moore : and on the Comedies of Steele, Farquhar, Cumberland, Bickerstaff, Goldsmith, and Mrs. Cowley

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S. Andrus, 1852 - 426 páginas

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Página 157 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, 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...
Página 385 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Página 157 - 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.
Página 312 - Shed thou no blood ; nor cut thou less, nor more, But just a pound of flesh ; if thou tak'st more, Or less, than a just pound, — be it but so much As makes it light, or heavy, in the substance, Or the division of the twentieth part Of one poor scruple ; nay, if the scale do turn But in the estimation of a hair, — Thou diest, and all thy good's are confiscate.
Página 147 - There's some ill planet reigns. I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favorable. — Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew, Perchance, shall dry your pities : but I have That honorable grief lodged here, which burns Worse than tears drown.
Página 161 - 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 : Come buy.
Página 226 - My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave; Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Página 304 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Página 385 - If to her share some female errors fall ' Look in her face and you'll forget them all.
Página 365 - Why, what a world is this ! The slave, that digs for gold, receives his daily pittance, and sleeps contented : while those, for whom he labours, convert their good to mischief, making abundance the means of want.

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