The Dramatic Works of John Dryden, Volume 5Paterson, 1882 - 1 pages |
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Page 179 - off what we possest. Strange cozenage ! none would lire past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. I 'm tired with waiting for this
Page 179 - tis all a cheat ; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay : To-morrow 'a falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says, We shall be blest
Page 125 - ignoble ease; But neither will the conqueror give peace, Nor yet so lost in this low state we are, As to despair of a well-managed war. Nor need we tempt those heights which angels Who fear no force, or ambush, from the deep. What if we find some easier enterprise ? There is a
Page 372 - honour, virtue, all good things forbid, That I should go from her, who sets my love Above the price of kingdoms. Give, you gods, Give to your boy, your Caesar, This rattle of a globe to play withal, This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off: I '11 not be pleased with less than Cleopatra.
Page 254 - tired with waiting for this chemic gold, Which fools us young, and beggars us when old. Nour. 'Tis not for nothing that we life pursue; It pays our hopes with something still that's new : Each day's a mistress, unenjoyed before ; Like travellers, we 're pleased with seeing more.
Page 346 - Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward, To be trod out by Ceesar ? Vent. [Aside.~\
Page 308 - Where she, another sea-born Venus, lay. Dola. No more : I would not hear it. ' She lay, and leant her cheek upon her hand, And cast a look so languishing!/ sweet, As if secure of all beholders hearts, Neglecting she could take them : Boys, like Cupids, Stood fanning, with their painted wings, the winds That
Page 347 - Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have thee all her own, And bear thee in her widowed hand to Caesar; Caesar will weep, the crocodile will weep, To see his rival of the universe Lie still and peaceful there. I
Page 378 - Approach there—Ay, you kite !— Now, gods and devils ! Authority melts from me : of late, when I cried Ho ! Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth And cry, Your will.—Have you no ears ? I am Antony yet.—
Page 349 - Actium, Actium ! Oh! ^ Vent. It sits too near you. Ant. Here, here it lies ; a lump of lead by day, And, in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, The hag that rides my dreams. Vent. Out with it; give it vent. Ant. Urge not my shame. lost a