A Collection of the Most Esteemed Farces and Entertainments Performed on the British Stage, Volume 4

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C. Elliot, 1783
 

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Page 228 - Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 363 - Such-a-one is a wiser or better man than himself? no, no ; 'tis quite and clean out of nature. A good sousing satire now, well powdered with personal pepper, and seasoned with the spirit of party ; that demolishes a conspicuous character, and sinks him below our own level ; there, there, we are...
Page 365 - Puff. Then, did not I get you made collector of casualties to the Whitehall and St. James's? but that post your laziness lost you.
Page 283 - GENTEEL in personage, Conduct, and equipage, Noble by heritage, Generous and free: Brave, not romantic; Learned, not pedantic; Frolic, not frantic; This must he be. Honor maintaining, Meanness disdaining, Still entertaining, Engaging and new. Neat, but not finical; Sage, but not cynical; Never tyrannical, But ever true. Henry Carey [ ? -1743] "PHILLADA FLOUTS ME': O WHAT a plague is love!
Page 154 - Attention! tobe sure you did not fall asleep in their company ; but what then ? You should have entered into their characters, played with their humours, und sacrificed to their absurdities.
Page 94 - What injury do I do the world? I feed on their follies, 'tis true ; and the game, the plunder, is fair: But the fangs of you and your tribe, A whole people have felt, and for ages will feel.
Page 364 - ... in Moorfields ; his kitchen a broken pipkin of charcoal ; and his bed-chamber, under the counter. PUFF. I never was fond of expence; I ever minded my trade.
Page 217 - Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When for their teeming flocks and granges full In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Page 161 - A finer sucking pig in lavender, with sage growing in his belly, was never seen ! And yet he wants me not to have it But have it I will ! There's a fine tree of knowledge, too, with Adam and Eve in juniper ; Eve's nose not quite grown, but it is thought in the spring will be very forward I'll have that, too, with the serpent' in ground ivy two poets in wormwood I'll have them both.
Page 200 - Filligree's masquerade, and I am sorry you won't make one with us. Here, Jessamy, give me my domino, and call a chair; and don't let my uncle want for any thing. You'll excuse me, Sir John, tol, lol, derol, (Exit singing.) SIR JOHN: The world's at an end!

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