The Dramatic Works of John Crowne: The country wit. The ambitious statesman. Sir Courtly Nice. DariusWilliam Paterson, 1874 |
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Página 4 - His person was of the middle size ; his voice clear and audible; his natural countenance grave and sober; but the moment he spoke, the settled seriousness of his features was utterly discharged, and a dry, drolling, or laughing levity took such full possession of him, that I can only refer the idea of him to your imagination. In some of his low characters, that became it, he had a shuffling shamble in his gait, with so contented an ignorance in his aspect and an awkward absurdity in his gesture,...
Página 177 - tis more foolish to toil all one's life That fame may toss our ashes when we're dead. So we have no repose living or dead. They who are gone to rest in marble beds, Sleep fast enough, and need no wind to rock 'em. K. I ne'er thought fame a lawful cause of war. D. Wars are good physic when the world is sick. But he who cuts the throats of men for glory, Is a vain savage fool; he strives to build Immortal honours upon man's mortality, And glory on the shame of human nature, To prove himself a man by...
Página 8 - 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 173 - 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.
Página 260 - Ten ages scarce such royal worths display As England lost and found in one strange day ; One hour in sorrow and confusion hurl'd, And yet the next the envy of the world. Nay, we are blest, in spite of us 'tis known, Heaven's choice for us was better than our own. To stop the blessings that o'erflow this day, What heaps o...
Página 362 - Voice full, clear, and strong, so that no Violence of Passion could be too much for her: And when Distress, or Tenderness possess'd her, she subsided into the most affecting Melody, and Softness.
Página 317 - ... have. That your honour is a senseless person Bell. How, sirrah] Test. In a spiritual sense.— Bell. There's no getting this preaching fellow away. — Cousin Hothead ! Enter HOTHEAD. ^ Hot. My Lord ! Bell. Why do you let this canting coxcomb plague me ? Hot. Why do you keep such a canting coxcomb 1 let him plague you, pox you, and damn you, I don't care.
Página 148 - 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 325 - I'll push his soul out presently. Leo. Oh ! don't do him that favour, sir ; only correct him. Sir Co. Well, madam, what your ladyship pleases. Your ladyship's very humble servant. [Exit Leo. Mr Surly, I have receiv'd some favours from you, sir, and I desire the honour of your company, sir, to-morrow morning at Barn-Elms, sir, please to name your weapon, sir.
Página 173 - I've honours, title, power, here within, All vain external greatness I contemn. Am I the higher for supporting mountains ? The taller for a flatterer's humble bowing...