Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays

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J. Bell, 1780

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Side 7 - But cocker up my genius, and live free To all delights my fortune calls me to ? I have no wife, no parent, child, ally, To give my substance to ; but whom I make Must be my heir ; and this makes men observe...
Side 56 - And wear, and lose them: yet remains an ear-ring To purchase them again, and this whole state. A gem but worth a private patrimony, Is nothing: we will eat such at a meal.
Side 55 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Side 42 - Turn short as doth a swallow; and be here, And there, and here, and yonder, all at once; Present to any humour, all occasion; And change a visor, swifter than a thought!
Side 57 - Whilst we, in changed shapes, act Ovid's tales, Thou like Europa now, and I like Jove, Then I like Mars, and thou like Erycine; So of the rest, till we have quite run through, And wearied all the fables of the gods.
Side 45 - Beside, this feat body of mine doth not crave Half the meat, drink, and cloth, one of your bulks will have. Admit your fool's face be the mother of laughter, Yet, for his brain, it must always come after: And though that do feed him, it's a pitiful case, His body is beholding to such a bad face.
Side 34 - Here is a powder concealed in this paper, of which, if I should speak to the worth, nine thousand volumes were but as one page, that page as a line, that line as a word ; so short is this pilgrimage of man (which some call life) to the expressing of it. Would I reflect on the price? Why, the whole world is but as an empire, that empire as a province, that province as a bank, that bank as a private purse, to the purchase of it.
Side 52 - And for your fame, That's such a jig; as if I would go tell it, Cry it on the Piazza! Who shall know it But he that cannot speak it, and this fellow, Whose lips are i
Side 10 - I cannot choose, sir, when I apprehend What thoughts he has without now, as he walks: That this might be the last gift he should give; That this would fetch you ; if you died today, And gave him all, what he should be tomorrow ; What large return would come of all his ventures ; How he should worshipped be, and reverenced ; Ride with his furs, and foot-cloths ; waited on By herds of fools and clients...
Side 49 - The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be ; The devil was well, the devil a monk was he.

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