Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Volym 1A. Millar, 1798 |
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... eyes she belongs to you , widow . Gad . Mr Guttle , Sir , Mr Gayless ; Mrs Gayless , Justice Guttle . Sharp . O destruction ! one of the quorum . Gut . Hem . tho ' I had not the honour of any personal knowledge of you ; yet at the ...
... eyes she belongs to you , widow . Gad . Mr Guttle , Sir , Mr Gayless ; Mrs Gayless , Justice Guttle . Sharp . O destruction ! one of the quorum . Gut . Hem . tho ' I had not the honour of any personal knowledge of you ; yet at the ...
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... eyes and behold a poor unfortu- nate man of parts addressing you ; now is your time to convince your foes , you are not that blind whimsical whore they take vou for ; but let ' em see , by your assisting me , that men of sense , as well ...
... eyes and behold a poor unfortu- nate man of parts addressing you ; now is your time to convince your foes , you are not that blind whimsical whore they take vou for ; but let ' em see , by your assisting me , that men of sense , as well ...
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... eyes out . Puff . Temperance or I walk off . Tag . Temperance , traitor , temperance ! what can you say for yourself ; leave me to the wide world- Puff . Well I have been in the wide world too , han't I ? what would the woman have ? Tag ...
... eyes out . Puff . Temperance or I walk off . Tag . Temperance , traitor , temperance ! what can you say for yourself ; leave me to the wide world- Puff . Well I have been in the wide world too , han't I ? what would the woman have ? Tag ...
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... eye , and powder my hair immediately . Tag . We'll go to dinner first , and then I'll assist you . Bid . Dinner ! I can't eat a morsel - I don't know what's the matter with me - my ears tingle , my heart beats , my face blushes , and I ...
... eye , and powder my hair immediately . Tag . We'll go to dinner first , and then I'll assist you . Bid . Dinner ! I can't eat a morsel - I don't know what's the matter with me - my ears tingle , my heart beats , my face blushes , and I ...
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... eyes And now my beart dissolves away In dreams by night , in sigbs by day ; No brutal passions fire my breast , Which loaths the object when possess'd ; But one of barmless , gentle kind , Whose joys are center'd- -in the mind ; Then ...
... eyes And now my beart dissolves away In dreams by night , in sigbs by day ; No brutal passions fire my breast , Which loaths the object when possess'd ; But one of barmless , gentle kind , Whose joys are center'd- -in the mind ; Then ...
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Sida 106 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Sida 221 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Sida 295 - Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor : For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Sida 145 - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Sida 106 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Sida 118 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Sida 97 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
Sida 104 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Sida 105 - How cam'st thou hither, tell me ? and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb ; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Sida 136 - Alack, alack ! is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes...