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Page iii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 434 - How reverend is the face of this tall pile. Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads. To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable. Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Page xv - I live a rent-charge on his providence: But you, whom every muse and grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue; But shade those laurels which descend to you: And take for tribute what these lines express; You merit more; nor could my love do less.
Page 386 - For he's drunk every night, And that makes him so bright, That he's able next morning to light us. The sun's a good pimple, an honest soaker, he has a cellar at your Antipodes. If I travel, aunt, I touch at your Antipodes - your Antipodes are a good rascally sort of topsy-turvy fellows - if I had a bumper, I'd stand upon my head and drink a health to 'em.
Page iii - Souls of Poets, dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Page 343 - Why do we daily commit disagreeable and dangerous actions? To save that idol, reputation. If the familiarities of our loves had produced that consequence of which you were apprehensive, where could you have fixed a father's name with credit, but on a husband?
Page 328 - Ay; but I like him for that now: for his want of words gives me the pleasure very often to explain his meaning. FAIN. He's impudent? WIT. No that's not it.
Page 401 - Next, my wife shall settle on me the remainder of her fortune, not made over already ; and for her maintenance depend entirely on my discretion. LADY. This is most inhumanly savage : exceeding the barbarity of a Muscovite husband.
Page 409 - ... some cautions respecting your inconstancy and tyranny of temper, which from her own partial opinion and fondness of you she could never have suspected — she did, I say, by the wholesome advice of friends, and of sages learned in the laws of this land, deliver this same as her act and deed to me in trust, and to the uses within mentioned.