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... should I revel in delight , The Spouse of fuch a peerlefs Knight ! Sir TRUSTY . At length the ftorm begins to ceafe , I've footh'd and flatter'd her to peace . ' Tis now my turn to tyrannize : I feel , I feel my fury rife ! Tigrefs , be ...
... should I revel in delight , The Spouse of fuch a peerlefs Knight ! Sir TRUSTY . At length the ftorm begins to ceafe , I've footh'd and flatter'd her to peace . ' Tis now my turn to tyrannize : I feel , I feel my fury rife ! Tigrefs , be ...
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... should lay out our cares , On public affairs ; When conjugal toils , And family broils Make all our great labours mifcarry !: Yet this is the lot Of him that has got Fair Rofumond's bower , With the clew in his power , And is courted by ...
... should lay out our cares , On public affairs ; When conjugal toils , And family broils Make all our great labours mifcarry !: Yet this is the lot Of him that has got Fair Rofumond's bower , With the clew in his power , And is courted by ...
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... a Prince's ear , We should have wit , To know what's fit For us to fpeak , and him to hear . KING . Thefe dull delays , I cannot bear . Where is my love , O tell me where ! 1 Sir TRUSTY . I fpeak , great Sir , with Sir 20 ROSAMON D.
... a Prince's ear , We should have wit , To know what's fit For us to fpeak , and him to hear . KING . Thefe dull delays , I cannot bear . Where is my love , O tell me where ! 1 Sir TRUSTY . I fpeak , great Sir , with Sir 20 ROSAMON D.
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... should be a pain . ROSAMON D. Who could refift great Henry's charms , And drive the hero from her arms ? Think on the foft , the tender fires , Melting thoughts , and gay defires , That in your own warm bofom rife , When languishing ...
... should be a pain . ROSAMON D. Who could refift great Henry's charms , And drive the hero from her arms ? Think on the foft , the tender fires , Melting thoughts , and gay defires , That in your own warm bofom rife , When languishing ...
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... should'ft thy husband's death bewail In fable vesture , peak and veil . GRIDELINE . Forbear thefe foolish freaks , and fee How our good King and Queen agree . Why shou'd not we their steps pursue , And do as our fuperiors do ? Sir ...
... should'ft thy husband's death bewail In fable vesture , peak and veil . GRIDELINE . Forbear thefe foolish freaks , and fee How our good King and Queen agree . Why shou'd not we their steps pursue , And do as our fuperiors do ? Sir ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal adviſe Afide againſt becauſe behold BUTLER Cæfar Cafar caft Cato Cato's caufe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fatire fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftory fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDENER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIU Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er occafion paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN raiſe reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON SCENE ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhow Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak Syphax tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand Tinfel TINSE TINSE L VELLU virtue
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Сторінка 159 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Сторінка 87 - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget, The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Сторінка 84 - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
Сторінка 158 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Сторінка 141 - Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures ? I hear the sound of feet ! they march this way ! Let us retire, and try if we can drown Each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (In spite of all the virtue we can boast) The woman that deliberates is lost.
Сторінка 140 - tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. 0 Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
Сторінка 136 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Сторінка 102 - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate ; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither. Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas ! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
Сторінка 77 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
Сторінка 73 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of Heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors, Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search ; Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.