THE WORKS OF THOMAS OTWAY, CONSISTING OF HIS PLAYS, POEMS AND LETTERS WITH A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE, IN TWO VOLUMES - VOL.II (YEAR 1812)1812 |
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3. oldal
... virtues of your mind , the fixed and steady disposition of your loyalty , the goodness and obliging temper of your nature , is apparent ; by which only I must ever humbly confess , and no presumptive merit of my own , I have been ...
... virtues of your mind , the fixed and steady disposition of your loyalty , the goodness and obliging temper of your nature , is apparent ; by which only I must ever humbly confess , and no presumptive merit of my own , I have been ...
5. oldal
... virtue there's no longer need : Beauty submits to him who loudest rails ; She fears the saucy fop , and he prevails . Who for his best preferment would devise , Let him renounce all honesty , and rise . Villains and parasites success ...
... virtue there's no longer need : Beauty submits to him who loudest rails ; She fears the saucy fop , and he prevails . Who for his best preferment would devise , Let him renounce all honesty , and rise . Villains and parasites success ...
8. oldal
... virtue was all I had to trust to . Father . Bless us all ! Industry and virtue , quoth a ! Nay , I have a very virtuous son and heir of him , that's the truth on't . Beau . Till at last a good uncle , who now , peace be with his soul ...
... virtue was all I had to trust to . Father . Bless us all ! Industry and virtue , quoth a ! Nay , I have a very virtuous son and heir of him , that's the truth on't . Beau . Till at last a good uncle , who now , peace be with his soul ...
9. oldal
... virtues need grow rusty . Beau . Sir , I hope I have brought you no dis- honour home with me . Father . Nay , the Scanderbeg monkey has not behaved himself unhandsomely , that's the truth of the business ; but the varlet won't marry ...
... virtues need grow rusty . Beau . Sir , I hope I have brought you no dis- honour home with me . Father . Nay , the Scanderbeg monkey has not behaved himself unhandsomely , that's the truth of the business ; but the varlet won't marry ...
14. oldal
... virtue of matrimony , and long cohabitation , we are grown so really one flesh , that I have no more inclination to hers , than to eat a piece of my own . Then her ladyship is so jealous , that she does me the honour to make me stallion ...
... virtue of matrimony , and long cohabitation , we are grown so really one flesh , that I have no more inclination to hers , than to eat a piece of my own . Then her ladyship is so jealous , that she does me the honour to make me stallion ...
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Acas arms art thou Atheist Beau Beaugard Belvidera bless brother Caius Mar CAIUS MARIUS Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Cour Courtine curs'd curse dæmon dagger Dare Daredevil dear dost e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false fate Father fear fool fortune give Gods Gratian happy hate hear heart Heaven honest honour hope Jaffeir kiss lady Lavinia Lictors live look lord lov'd madam Maid married Metel Metellus Methinks Monimia Nacky ne'er never night Nurse o'er on't peace Pierre pity Polydore poor Porcia pr'ythee rogue Rome senate shew slave sorrows soul speak Sulpitius sure swear sword Sylla tears tell thee Theo THEODORET there's thing thou art thou hast thou wilt thou'rt thought Twas twill us'd villain virtue what's wife wilt thou wretch wrong'd
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320. oldal - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
256. oldal - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
295. oldal - 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.
240. oldal - 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.
240. oldal - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
238. oldal - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
264. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out...
318. oldal - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward: bear my weakness, If throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows! Pierr. Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death!
279. oldal - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
323. oldal - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real...