Dramatists of the Restoration: John Crowne

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William Hugh Logan
W. Patterson, 1874

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Página 2 - For though the Muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Página 2 - Banks, vol. iii. p. 515. seventy, and, notwithstanding his disgrace, was buried in. Westminster Abbey, where a monument was erected to his memory...
Página 167 - A Fool, says an Author, has great need of a Title. It teaches Men to call him Count and Duke, and to forget his proper Name of Fool. I have often been pleased with the Answer of a Spartan, to a Man who asked him what Titles and Distinctions they had in his Country? "Only such," reply'd he, "as are made by Merit.
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Página 142 - Peters justles with St Pauls, And whilst these two great ladies fight and brawl, Pickpocket Conventicle whore gets all. Ungrateful jade ! from Rome it is most clear She had the stinking fish she sells so dear, And in this broil no shelter can be found In our poor play-house, fallen to the ground. The time's neglect, and maladies have thrown The two great pillars of our play-house down...
Página 174 - ... but the sound Was then as feeble as the distant murmurs Of a great river mingling with the sea ; But now I am come near this river's fall, Tis louder than the cataracts of Nile. If this be true, Doomsday is near, and all the heavens are falling. — I know not what to think of it, for...
Página 243 - at an entertainment of the Lord Mayor and Court of Aldermen, in the year 1685, called for Mr. Mountfort to divert the company, as his lordship was pleased to call it. He being an excellent mimic, my lord made him plead before him in a feigned cause, in which he aped all the great lawyers of the age, in their tone of voice, and in their action and gesture of body, to the very great ridicule, not only of the lawyers, but of the law itself; which to me (says...

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