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Page 187 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed...
Page 95 - An age of pleasures, revelled out, comes home At last, and ends in sorrow ; but the life, Weary of riot, numbers every sand, Wailing in sighs, until the last drop down ; So to conclude calamity in rest.
Page 320 - Shall fall in cinders, scorch'd by your disdain, Ere he will dare, poor man, to ope an eye On these divine looks, but with low-bent thoughts Accusing such presumption : as for words, He dares not utter any but of service ; Yet this lost creature loves you.
Page lxii - Salt-Hill, where I usually spent a part of the summer, and thus became a neighbour of that great and good man, Jacob Bryant, who kindly encouraged me to visit him. Here the conversation turned one morning on a Greek criticism by Dr. Johnson, in some volume lying on the table, which I ventured (for I was then young) to deem incorrect, and pointed it out to him. I could not help thinking that he was somewhat of my opinion ; but he was cautious and reserved. " But, sir," said I, willing to overcome...
Page 187 - Is forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never die ; there lies the wanton On racks of burning steel, whilst in his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. — Ann. Mercy ! oh mercy ! Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years in lawless And secret incests, cursing one another...
Page 279 - Apartment. Enter ITHOCLES. Ith. Ambition ! 'tis of vipers' breed : it gnaws A passage through the womb that gave it motion. Ambition, like a seeled ' dove, mounts upward, Higher and higher still, to perch on clouds, But tumbles headlong down with heavier ruin. So squibs and crackers fly into the air, Then, only breaking with a noise, they vanish In stench and smoke.
Page 363 - My sovereign as his liegeman ; on my mistress As a devoted servant ; and on Ithocles As if no brave, yet no unworthy enemy : Nor did I use an engine to entrap His life out of a slavish fear to combat Youth, strength, or cunning ; but for that I durst not Engage the goodness of a cause on fortune By which his name might have outfaced my vengeance. Oh, Tecnicus, inspired with Phoebus...
Page 130 - Shall a peevish sound, A customary form, from man to man, Of brother and of sister, be a bar Twixt my perpetual happiness and me? Say that we had one father, say one womb (Curse to my joys) gave both us life and birth; Are we not therefore each to other bound 30 So much the more by nature?
Page 291 - If ever thou didst harbour worthy love, Dare not to answer. My good Genius guide me, That I may never see thee more ! — Go from me ! Org.
Page 317 - Heaven will reward your piety and thank it, When I am dead ; for sure I must not live ; I hope I cannot.