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Сторінка 25 - I have borrowed a book from your shop ; 'tis the sixth volume of my deceased friend Tristram : he is a flattering writer to us poor soldiers ; and the divine story of Le Fevre, which makes part of this book, in my opinion of it, does honour, not to its author only, but to human nature. Ful. He's an author I keep in the way of trade, but one I never relished : he is much too loose and profligate for my taste. Dud. That's being too severe : I hold him to be a moralist in the noblest sense ; he plays,...
Сторінка 15 - I am rejoiced to see you ; you are welcome to England ! Bel. I thank you heartily, good Mr. Stockwell ; you and I have long conversed at a distance ; now we are met ; and the pleasure this meeting gives me, amply compensates for the perils I have run through in accomplishing it.
Сторінка 26 - That's being too severe : I hold him to be a moralist in the noblest sense ; he plays, indeed, with the fancy, and sometimes, perhaps, too wantonly : but while he thus designedly masks his main attack, he comes at once upon the heart; refines, amends it, softens it ; beats down each selfish barrier from about it, and opens every sluice of pity and benevolence, Ful.
Сторінка 18 - Rusport, lam no ways responsible for your conduct ; ' nor is it any concern of mine how you dispose of yourself : you are not my daughter, and, when I married your father, poor Sir Stephen Rusport, I found you a forward spoiled miss of fourteen, far above being instructed by me.
Сторінка 3 - Adopting his portraits, are pleased with their own. Say, where has our poet this malady caught, Or, wherefore his characters thus without fault ? Say was it, that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself?
Сторінка 24 - I despair; there had used to be a livelihood to be picked up in this country, both for the honest and dishonest : I have tried each walk, and am likely to starve at last : there is not a point to which the wit and faculty of man can turn, that I have not set mine to ; but in vain, I am beat through every quarter of the compass.
Сторінка 24 - Ah ! common efforts all : strike me a master-stroke, Mr. Fulmer, if you wish to make any figure in this country. Ful. But where, how, and what ? I have blustered for prerogative ; I have bellowed for freedom ; I have offered to serve my country ; I have engaged to betray it ; a master stroke, truly ! why, I have talked treason, writ treason, and, if a man can't live by that, he can live by nothing.
Сторінка 16 - England ; at the fountain head of pleasure, in the land of beauty, of arts, and elegancies. My happy stars have given me a good estate, and the conspiring winds have blown me hither to spend it. Stock. To use it, not to waste it, I should hope ; to treat it, Mr. Belcour, not as a vassal, over whom you have a wanton and a despotic power; but as a subject, which you are bound to govern with a temperate and restrained authority.
Сторінка 29 - I shall have no luck in it : such a crowd, and such a hurry, and such a number of shops, and one so like the other, that whether the wench turned into this house or the next, or whether she went up stairs or down...
Сторінка 32 - ... enough of all reason; but what I overheard this morning put it out of all doubt. BEL. What did you overhear this morning? FUL. Why, it seems he wants to join his regiment, and has been beating the town over to raise a little money for that purpose upon his pay; but the climate, I find, where he is going is so unhealthy that nobody can be found to lend him any. BEL. Why then your town is a damned good-fornothing town, and I wish I had never come into it. FUL. That's what I say, sir; the hard-heartedness...