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arms bear believe better bless bring brother Capt cause child colonel comes dare daughter dear death devil door Eger Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fortune Frank give hand happy Hard hast head hear heard heart Heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll keep kind Lady leave live look lord lost Madam marry master mean meet mind Miss morning nature never night once passion peace pity poor pray rest SCENE servant Sharp soon soul speak stand Stuke sure talk tears tell thee there's thing thou thought true turn virtue wait wife wish woman wretch young
310. oldal - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
395. oldal - Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever.
394. oldal - Blessings on my pretty innocence ! drest out as usual, my Kate. Goodness ! What a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got about thee, girl ! I could never teach the fools of this age, that the indigent world could be clothed out of the trimmings of the vain.
252. oldal - Oh, 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.
353. oldal - What the devil good can passion do? — Passion is of no service, you impudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate! — There, you sneer again! don't provoke me! — but you rely upon the mildness of my temper — you do, you dog! you play upon the meekness of my disposition! — Yet take care — the patience of a saint may be overcome at last!
397. oldal - But you're not to stand so, with your hands in your pockets. Take your hands from your pockets, Roger — and from your head, you blockhead you. See how Diggory carries his hands. They're a little too stiff, indeed, but that's no great matter. Dig. Ay, mind how I hold them.
349. oldal - ... geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries. But above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not misspell and mispronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying. This, Sir Anthony, is what I would have a woman know; and I don't think there is a superstitious article in it.
310. oldal - But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
357. oldal - There, sir, an attack upon my language! what do you think of that? — an aspersion upon my parts of speech! was ever such a brute! Sure, if I reprehend any thing in this world it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!