The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq;: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations. Now First Collected and Published Together in Four Volumes. With Explanatory Notes and Observations. Also an Account of His Life and Writings ...J. and R. Tonson, in the Strand., 1760 |
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... CHLORI s . Kiffes are empty joys , and foon are o'er . DAPHNI S. A kiss betwixt the lips is fomething more . CHLORI S. I wipe my mouth , and where's your kiffing then ? DAPHNI S. I fwear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen . CHLORI S. Go ...
... CHLORI s . Kiffes are empty joys , and foon are o'er . DAPHNI S. A kiss betwixt the lips is fomething more . CHLORI S. I wipe my mouth , and where's your kiffing then ? DAPHNI S. I fwear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen . CHLORI S. Go ...
Page 420
... CHLORI S. Play by yourself , I dare not venture thither : You , and your naughty pipe , go hang together . DAPHNI S. Coy nymph , beware , left Venus you you offend . CHLORI S. I fhall have chafte Diana still to friend . DAPHNI S. You ...
... CHLORI S. Play by yourself , I dare not venture thither : You , and your naughty pipe , go hang together . DAPHNI S. Coy nymph , beware , left Venus you you offend . CHLORI S. I fhall have chafte Diana still to friend . DAPHNI S. You ...
Page 421
... CHLORI S. your fex ? I fwear , I'll keep my maidenhead ' till death , And die as pure as queen Elizabeth . DAPHNI S. Nay , mum for that ; but let me lay thee down ; Better with me , than with some naufeous clown . CHLORI S. I'd have you ...
... CHLORI S. your fex ? I fwear , I'll keep my maidenhead ' till death , And die as pure as queen Elizabeth . DAPHNI S. Nay , mum for that ; but let me lay thee down ; Better with me , than with some naufeous clown . CHLORI S. I'd have you ...
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... CHLORI S , But child - birth is , they say , a deadly pain ; It cofts at least a month to knit again , DAPHNI S. Diana cures the wounds Lucina made ; Your Goddess is a midwife by her trade . ; CHLORI S. But I fhall spoil my beauty ...
... CHLORI S , But child - birth is , they say , a deadly pain ; It cofts at least a month to knit again , DAPHNI S. Diana cures the wounds Lucina made ; Your Goddess is a midwife by her trade . ; CHLORI S. But I fhall spoil my beauty ...
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... CHLORI S. Swear then you will not leave me on the common , But marry me , and make an honest woman , DAPHNI S. I fwear by Pan ( tho he wears horns you'll fay ) Cudgell'd and kick'd , I'll not be forc'd away . CHLORI S. I bargain for a ...
... CHLORI S. Swear then you will not leave me on the common , But marry me , and make an honest woman , DAPHNI S. I fwear by Pan ( tho he wears horns you'll fay ) Cudgell'd and kick'd , I'll not be forc'd away . CHLORI S. I bargain for a ...
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Page 272 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Page 279 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 255 - Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!
Page 283 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 280 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 138 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.
Page 268 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 141 - My son, advance Still in new impudence, new ignorance. Success let others teach, learn thou from me Pangs without birth, and fruitless industry. Let...
Page 142 - Where did his wit on learning fix a brand And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain? Where sold he bargains, "whipstitch, kiss my arse", Promised a play and dwindled to a farce?
Page 269 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...