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ADVENTURER Almerine ancients appear beauty became Boileau Burlesque Carazan Catiline censure character circumstances Clodio comedy considered contempt courage Crito danger daughter Diphilus disappointed discovered distress dreadful DRYDEN effect Elfarina equal Euripides Euryalus evil excellence eyes father fear felicity Flavilla folly fore fortune frequently gratify happiness heart Hecyra honour hope hour human huppy imagination increase insensibility Juvenal kind knew labour lady less live look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery multitude nature ness never night object OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetual pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch poet portunity Posidippus present procured produced proportion Prospero Quintilian racter reason render satire SATURDAY scarce sensible sentiments servant Shelimah shew Soliman solitude sometimes soon Sophocles spect suffered Tartuffe taste terror thee Theocritus things thou thought tion truth TUESDAY vice VIRG virtue wish wretched writer
Page 33 - I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace : What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool ? Pro.
Page 13 - Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel The giddy motion of the whirling mill, In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow, And tremble at the sea that froths below...
Page 127 - No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Page 58 - In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Page 181 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, Though women all above: But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption; — Fie, fie, fie! pah; pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for the'e.
Page 32 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 144 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Page 142 - But I will punish home : No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on : I will endure : In such a night as this ! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,— O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Page 15 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.