Mrs. MACAUL Y. O woman ! That some one of you would take An everlasting pen into your hands, And grave in paper, paper, which the writ shall make More lasting than the marble monuments, Your matchless virtues to posterity, BEAUMONT. GENERAL BRG-E, Forgive me, pardon my mistaken zeal, That left my country, cross'd the stormy seas, To war with honour. Now that my passions give me leave to think, The hand of heaven appears in what I suffer'd. THOMSON. SIR G. B. RODNEY, SHAKESP. I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. For blessings ever wait on glorious deeds; And though a late, a fure reward succeeds. CoNG. Hon. C. J. FOX. Exalted souls F : LILLO. LADY LADY ALMERIA CARPENTER. No beauteous blossom of the fragrant spring, OTWAY. What tender force, what dignity divine, The abstract of all beauty, soul of sweetness: me, honest thoughts, I shall grow wild elfe.. BUCKINGHAM.. ALDERMAN WOOLDRIDGE. Tell me why, good heaven, OTWAY. COUR T. a The court's a golden, but a fatal circle, Upon whose magic skirts, a thousand devils, In chrystal forms, fit tempting innocence, And beckon early virtue from its centre, Lee. I have no business there; I have not lavish temperance enough T attend a fav'rite's heels, and watch his smiles, . Bear an ill office done me to my face, And thank the lord that wrong'd me for his favour.. OTWAY. Virtue must be thrown off, 'tis a coarse garment, Too heavy for the sunshine of a court. DRYDEN The DRAWING ROOM. : There like a statue thou hast stood befieg'd By fycophants and fools, the growth of courts :. Where thy gull’d eyes, in all the gaudy round,, Met nothing but a lie in every face; And the gross flattery of a gaping croud, Envious who. first should catch, and first applaud : The stuff, or royal nonsense. Ibid. Than courts, ye gods, be any place my doom, Or any dungeon but a drawing-room! WHITEHEAD. a LADY Obey me, features, for one supple moment: SMITH. THOMSON. LORD SHAKESP. last appeal ; LORD NORTH. my DRYDEN. GERMAIN, L. G. SACKVILLE. A nameless terror stirs my soul, And spreads severe disquiet through my bofom. Why should I fear? The man of guilt alone Should feel disorder.- 'Tis but nature's frailty ; Th' unbidden trembling of the various heart, Where hopes and fears arise, and pass by turns. MALLET. What means this boding terror that usurps, In spite oʻme, dominion o'er my heart, ' Converting the sweet flower of new-blown hope To deadly night-shade! pois'ning to my soul "The fountain of its bliss. MILLER. LORD CARLISLE'S IRISH-COURT. All his gaudy courtiers balking round him, Like poisonous vermin in a dog-day sun. Young, Of all court-service learn the common lot, To-day 'tis done, to-morrow 'tis forgot. DRYDEN. DUT. DUTCHESS OF KT-N. Short is the course of every lawless pleasure, MILTON. a Oh! is there not THOMSON. SHAKESP. MR. ERSKINE. For your words, they rob the hybla bees, And make them honeyless. Every word he speaks a Syren's note To drown a careless hearer. When he spoke, what tender words he us'd ! So softly, that like fakes of feather'd snow. They melted as they fell. BEAUMONT DRYDEN. Fortune takes care that fools should still be seen; G Ibid. Mrs. |