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... Millamant divine . It is the jest between Tattle and Miss Prue . It is the bait with which Olivia , in the Plain Dealer , plays with honest Manly . It lurks at the bottom of the catechism which Archer teaches Cherry , and which she ...
... Millamant divine . It is the jest between Tattle and Miss Prue . It is the bait with which Olivia , in the Plain Dealer , plays with honest Manly . It lurks at the bottom of the catechism which Archer teaches Cherry , and which she ...
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... Millamant , Lady Wishfort , Witwoud , Sir Wilful Witwoud , and the rest . In another point of view , or with respect to that part of comedy which relates to gal- lantry and intrigue , the difference between Shak- speare's comic heroines ...
... Millamant , Lady Wishfort , Witwoud , Sir Wilful Witwoud , and the rest . In another point of view , or with respect to that part of comedy which relates to gal- lantry and intrigue , the difference between Shak- speare's comic heroines ...
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... and as the character is one of imagination , " of soli- tude and melancholy musing born , " so it may be best drawn from the imagination . Millamant , in the Way of the World , on the contrary , ON SHAKSPEARE AND BEN JONSON . 69.
... and as the character is one of imagination , " of soli- tude and melancholy musing born , " so it may be best drawn from the imagination . Millamant , in the Way of the World , on the contrary , ON SHAKSPEARE AND BEN JONSON . 69.
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... Millamant , Like Phoebus sung the no less amorous boy . Mirabell . Like Daphne she , as lovely and as coy . " Millamant is the perfect model of the accom- plished fine lady : " Come , then , the colours and the ground prepare , Dip in ...
... Millamant , Like Phoebus sung the no less amorous boy . Mirabell . Like Daphne she , as lovely and as coy . " Millamant is the perfect model of the accom- plished fine lady : " Come , then , the colours and the ground prepare , Dip in ...
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... Millamant , but he has done no more ; and if he had , he would have done wrong . He has given us the finest idea of an artificial character of this kind ; but it is still the reflection of an artificial character . The springs of nature ...
... Millamant , but he has done no more ; and if he had , he would have done wrong . He has given us the finest idea of an artificial character of this kind ; but it is still the reflection of an artificial character . The springs of nature ...
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Page 87 - Restore his years, renew him like an eagle, To the fifth age ; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants, as our philosophers have done (The ancient patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knife's point The quantity of a grain of mustard of it, Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
Page 105 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 107 - Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
Page 99 - I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born : I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn. But since this god produced a destiny, And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be, I must love her, that loves not me. Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much Nor he in his young godhead...
Page 113 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Page 111 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again, The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Page 45 - ... in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection: sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense...
Page 23 - Do what you will, Sir, you cannot avoid it. Should you even write as ill as you can, your letters would be published as curiosities. ' Behold a miracle ! instead of wit See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Page 113 - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect ! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous, and wise withal. Epicurean animal !) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Page 99 - Confusion worse confounded'. Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, She gives the best light to his sphere, Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe.