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Page 83
Now , Epicure , Heighten thyself , talk to her , all in gold ; “ Rain her as many
showers as Jove did drops “ Unto his Danae ; shew the god a miser , “ Compar'd
with Mammon . What , the stone will do't . “ She shall feel gold , taste gold , hear
gold ...
Now , Epicure , Heighten thyself , talk to her , all in gold ; “ Rain her as many
showers as Jove did drops “ Unto his Danae ; shew the god a miser , “ Compar'd
with Mammon . What , the stone will do't . “ She shall feel gold , taste gold , hear
gold ...
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Come , let us talk of something else . Val . Well , but how did you acquit yourself ?
Tatt . Pooh , pooh , nothing at all , I only rallied with you . - A woman of ordinary
rank was a little jealous of me , and I told her something or other faith , I know not
...
Come , let us talk of something else . Val . Well , but how did you acquit yourself ?
Tatt . Pooh , pooh , nothing at all , I only rallied with you . - A woman of ordinary
rank was a little jealous of me , and I told her something or other faith , I know not
...
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Clyt . Because unmann'd , Because ye follow Alexander's steps . Heav'ns ! that a
face should thus bewitch his soul And ruin all that's great and godlike in it ! Talk
be my bane - yet the old man must talk . Not so he lov'd when he at Issus fought ...
Clyt . Because unmann'd , Because ye follow Alexander's steps . Heav'ns ! that a
face should thus bewitch his soul And ruin all that's great and godlike in it ! Talk
be my bane - yet the old man must talk . Not so he lov'd when he at Issus fought ...
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Still as I pass fresh murmurs fill my ears ; All talk of wrongs , and mutter their
complaints . Poor soulless reptiles ! -their revenge expires In idle threats -- the
fortitude of cowards ! Their province is to talk , ' t is mine Ciij A & I . THE RIVAL
QUEENS ...
Still as I pass fresh murmurs fill my ears ; All talk of wrongs , and mutter their
complaints . Poor soulless reptiles ! -their revenge expires In idle threats -- the
fortitude of cowards ! Their province is to talk , ' t is mine Ciij A & I . THE RIVAL
QUEENS ...
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Then he will talk - good Gods ! how he will talk ! He speaks the kindest words ,
and looks such things , Vows with such passion , and swears with such a grace ,
That it is heaven to be deluded by him ! Sys . Her sorrows must have way . Stat .
Then he will talk - good Gods ! how he will talk ! He speaks the kindest words ,
and looks such things , Vows with such passion , and swears with such a grace ,
That it is heaven to be deluded by him ! Sys . Her sorrows must have way . Stat .
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Page 45 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 32 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Page 32 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Page 29 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 64 - 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 30 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Page 54 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Page 46 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 21 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, 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 42 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...
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| Title | Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e Volume 1 of Bell's British Theatre, John Bell |
| Contributor | John Bell |
| Published | 1797 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 26 Feb 2008 |
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