The guardian. A very woman: or, The prince of Tarent. The old law, by P. Massinger, T. Middleton, and W. Rowley. The city-madam. Poems on several occasionsT. Davies, 1779 |
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Sida 345 - I'll cut off Whatever is exorbitant in you, Or in your daughters, and reduce you to Your natural forms and habits ; not in revenge Of your base usage of me, but to fright Others by your example : 'tis decreed You shall serve one another, for I will Allow no waiter to you.
Sida 162 - I thought then, and blest the house a thousand times she dwelt in. This beauty, in the blossom of my youth, when my first fire knew no adulterate incense, nor I no way to flatter but my fondness; in all the bravery my friends could...
Sida 19 - In all the books of Amadis de Gaul, The Palmerins, and that true Spanish story The Mirror of Knighthood, which I have read often, Read feelingly, nay more, I do believe in 't, My Lady has no parallel. [I, ii.] A chambermaid described by William Browne in "Fido, an Epistle to Fidelia" is a keen student of the romances. After hearing the mistress read "one epistle that some fool had writ...
Sida 324 - But look on gold with contempt. And yet I found, What weak credulity could have no faith in, A treasure far exceeding these. Here lay A manor bound fast in a skin of parchment ; The wax continuing hard, the acres melting. Here a sure deed of gift for a market town, If not redeem'd this day ; which is not in The unthrift's power.
Sida 15 - Eyeing the prey at first, appear as if They did turn tail ¡ but with their labouring wings Getting above her, with a thought their pinions Cleaving the purer element, make in, And by turns bind with her ; the frighted fowl. Lying at her defence upon her back, With her dreadful beak awhile defers her death, But by degrees forced down, we part the fray, And feast upon her.
Sida 323 - Twas no fantastic object, but a truth, A real truth, no dream. I did not slumber ; And could wake ever with a brooding eye To gaze upon't ! it did endure the touch, I saw, and felt it. Yet what I beheld And handled oft, did so transcend belief (My wonder and astonishment pass'd o'er) I faintly could give credit to my senses. Thou dumb magician, (To the Key.) That without a charm Didst make my entrance easy, to possess What wise men wish and toil for. Hermes...
Sida 162 - ... fire knew no adulterate incense, Nor I no way to flatter, but my fondness ; In all the bravery my friends could show me, In all the faith my innocence could give me, In the best language my true tongue could tell me, And all the broken sighs my sick heart...
Sida 15 - In the afternoon, For we will have variety of delights, We'll to the field again, no game shall rise But we'll be ready for't : if a hare, my greyhounds Shall make a course ; for the pie or jay, a spar-* hawk Flies from the fist ; the crow so near pursued, Shall be compell'd to seek protection under Our horses...
Sida 195 - Able to corrupt a thousand by example. Does the kind root bleed out his livelihood In parent distribution to his branches, Adorning them with all his glorious fruits, Proud that his pride is seen when he's unseen, And must not gratitude descend again To comfort his old limbs in fruitless winter...
Sida 250 - You left a strumpet and a whore with me, And such fine field-bed words, which could not cost you Less than a father. Clean. Is it come that way ? Eug. Had you an uncle, He should go the same way too.