This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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A36666 | 1 sheet([ 1] p.); Printed for J. Tonson, London:[ 1682?] |
A36665 | HOW comes it, Gentlemen, that now aday''s When all of you so shrewdly judge of Plays, Our Poets tax you still with want of Sence? |
A36664 | For in a Round, what Order can be shew''d, Where all the Parts so equal perfect are? |
A36664 | V. How shall I then begin, or where conclude, To draw a Fame so truly Circular? |
A36669 | Then you are watcht besides, with jealous care; What if my Lady''s Page shoud find you there? |
A36669 | What''s this, you''ll say, to Us and our Vocation? |
A36672 | In one poor Isle, why shou''d two Factions be? |
A36672 | What if some one inspir''d with Zeal, shou''d call ▪ Come let''s go cry, God save him at White Hall? |
A81763 | With Alga who the sacred altar strowes? |
B02789 | Then you are watcht besides, with jealous care; What if my Lady''s Page should find you there? |
B02789 | What''s this, you''ll say, to Us and our Vocation? |
A70758 | WHat think ye meant Wise Providence, when first POETS were made? |
A36619 | For in a Round what Order can be shew''d, Where all the parts so equal perfect are? |
A36619 | How shall I then begin or where conclude, To draw a frame so truly circular? |
A36619 | ],[ Dublin?] |
A36598 | Descriptas servare vices operumque colores Cur ego, si nequeo ignoroque, poeta salutor? |
A36598 | What peace can be where both to one pretend? |
A36640 | Love and I, what can Love and I do more? |
A36640 | what can Love and I do more? |
A38528 | CAN Angry Frowns rest on thy Noble Brow For Trivial Things? |
A38528 | Or can a stream of muddy Water flow From th''Muses Springs? |
A38528 | Or great Apollo bend his Vengeful Bowe''Gainst popular Stings? |
A36701 | ( 5) How shall I then begin or where conclude, To draw a Fame so truly Circular? |
A36701 | For in a round what order can be shew''d, Where ● ll the parts so equalperfect are? |
A36701 | They throng''d so close, that nought else could be seen Scarce any common Sky did come between What shall I say, or where begin? |
A26387 | Has this stupendious Revolution past A Change so quick, and I not turn as fast? |
A26387 | Shall scrup''lous Test disgust their Paschal stickle, Whether true dress''d, in Souse, in Broth, or Pickle? |
A26387 | Why should I blush to turn, when my Defence And Plea''s so plain? |
A36671 | 1 sheet([ 2] p.) s.n.,[ London: 1687?] |
A36671 | To dare in Fields is Valour; but how few Dare be so throughly Valiant to be true? |
A36671 | What can we do, when mimicking a Fop, Like beating Nut- trees, makes a larger Crop? |
A36671 | What safety could their publick Acts afford? |
A36668 | Cou''d the same Trick, twice play''d, our Nation gull? |
A36668 | For what shou''d hinder Me to sell my Skin Dear as I cou''d, if once my hand were in? |
A36668 | Have we not had Mens Lives enow already? |
A36668 | TWO Houses joyn''d, two Poets to a Play? |
A36668 | When Fortune favours, none but Fools will dally: Wou''d any of you Sparks, if Nan or Mally Tipt you th''inviting Wink, stand shall I, shall I? |
A36643 | Thou art my blood, where Johnson has no part; What share have we in Nature or in Art? |
A36643 | When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin, As thou whole Eth''ridg dost transfuse to thine? |
A36643 | Where did his wit on learning fix a brand, And rail at Arts he did not understand? |
A36643 | Where made he love in Prince Nicander''s vein, Or swept the dust in Psyche''s humble strain? |
A36643 | Where sold he Bargains, Whip- stich, kiss my Arse, Promis''d a Play and dwinled to a Farce? |
A61466 | And lay the Reins of Empire at his Feet? |
A61466 | But whence shall we begin? |
A61466 | Or whither steere? |
A61466 | Yet why Despair? |
A69870 | Mrs. Cox, What shall I say? |
A69870 | Oh now''t is found I hope; Have not you seen the Dancing of the Rope? |
A69870 | POX on this Play- house,''t is an old tir''d Jade,''T will do no longer, we must force a Trade; What if we all turn Witness of the Plot? |
A69870 | Shall we take Orders? |
A69870 | Who have we here again, what Nymphsi''th''Stocks? |
A69870 | Will nothing do? |
A36766 | And how, continues he, can we be touch ● ● d, since the Passions are not in our power? |
A36766 | How many fair women do we see, who please us much less than others, who have not such beautifull Features? |
A36766 | Praxiteles being ask''d which of all his Works he valued most? |
A63973 | How beggerly''s the Crown? |
A63973 | How bright thy Rocks and fertile Lands appear? |
A63973 | How many Widows have they made a Prey? |
A36685 | by Cavendish, William? |
A38517 | But oh, what Spirit of Deceit afar, Possess''d our Pulpits, and bewitch''d the Bar? |
A38517 | But was e''er seen the like, in Prose or Metre, To this mad Play, or work of Father P? |
A38517 | What Bane, what Mischief on poor Mortals shed By Vermin, from the Laws corruption bred? |
A38517 | What Singing, Dancing, Interludes of late Stuff, and set off our goodly Farce of State? |
A38517 | What''s stablish''d Law, where standing Armies come; Or who''ll talk Gospel to a Kettle Drum? |
A38517 | When Law, and bald Divinity begins, Why then, the marvel that a Poet sins? |
A36608 | Or did the Mighty Trinty conspire, As once, in Council to Create our Sire? |
A36608 | Or must it be reserv''d to thought alone? |
A36608 | Or, did not Heav''n by its Eternal Doom Permit those Evils, that this Good might come? |
A36608 | True, this last blessing was a Royal Feast, But, where''s the Wedding Garment on the Guest? |
A36608 | What can we add to your Triumphant Day? |
A36608 | When will the Minister of Wrath give o''re? |
A36608 | Where every Famous Predecessour vies, And makes a Faction for it in the Skies? |
A36608 | r Un nam''d as yet; at least unknown to Fame: Is there a strife in Heav''n about his Name? |
A28571 | Said you of this, that the Expression''s flat? |
A28571 | What can an Author after this produce? |
A28571 | Would you in this great Art acquire Renown? |
A28571 | Would you of every one deserve the Praise? |
A28571 | Would you upon the Stage acquire renown, And for your Judges summon all the Town? |
A28571 | Would you your Reader never should be tir''d? |
A28571 | Would you your Works for ever should remain, And, after Ages past, be sought again? |
A36648 | But who can tell what Essence Angels are, Or how long Heav''n was making Lucifer? |
A36648 | FOR to whom can I dedicate this Poem, with so much justice as to you? |
A36648 | The Head is loyal which thy Heart commands: But what''s a Head with two such gouty Hands? |
A36648 | What wou''d you have more of a man? |
A36648 | Who helps a powr''ful Friend, fore- arms a Foe What wonder if the waves prevail so far VVhen He cut down the Banks that made the bar? |
A36648 | or how is it consistent with your Zeal of the publick welfare, to promote Sedition? |
A36648 | who made you Judges in Israel? |
A33517 | How then shall I, a meaner Bird, begin? |
A33517 | O Sacred Shade, why didst Thou silent go? |
A33517 | Or hairy Comets this strange Revolution show? |
A33517 | Say in what Lays, in what immortal Strain, In what bright Numbers wilt thou live again? |
A33517 | Say, mighty Shade, to whom hast thou assign''d Thy noble Spirit? |
A33517 | Speak; Does that happy Mortal breathe below Who can compare with Thee? |
A33517 | Thy Beauty where? |
A33517 | V. But say, What shall I worthy Thee rehearse? |
A33517 | Where are they now who guarded thee from Violence& Wrong? |
A33517 | Which of thy num''rous Vertues shall I sing? |
A33517 | Who can Thy Praises show? |
A33517 | Why stood the solid Earth so firm at such a Blow? |
A33517 | Ye Heavens, why shook ye not? |
A33517 | say, Where are thy Mighty gone? |
A33517 | the Glory and the Pride Of all the Spacious Universe beside: Thy Valour show, thy Courage now declare, Where is thy Strength? |
A33517 | to whom''s Thy Mantle left behind? |
A33517 | why did not Storms arise, And Darkness overflow the Skies? |
A33517 | why do I call thee so, Since now the Beaut''ous and the Mighty''s gone?) |
A57628 | And heard th''Impatient Maid Divinely Rave? |
A57628 | But what blest voice shall your Maria sing? |
A57628 | But who did ever in French Authors see The Comprehensive, English Energy? |
A57628 | For who have long''d, or who have labour''d more, To search the Treasures of the Roman store; Or dig in Graecian Mines for purer Oar? |
A57628 | How few are they who understand him yet? |
A57628 | How many Ages since has Virgil writ? |
A57628 | Or a fit offering to her Altars bring? |
A57628 | The Friends, that Got the Brats, were poyson''d too; In such Distress what could our Vermin do? |
A57628 | What mod''rate Fop wou''d rake the Park, or Stews, Who among Troops of faultless Nymphs may chuse? |
A57628 | Who has not heard how Italy was blest, Above the Medes, above the wealthy East? |
A51475 | A. ABsolution given by the Archbishop of Bourges, to Henry the Fourth, held good, and why? |
A51475 | Almighty God has hitherto Miraculously preserv''d You; but who knows how long the Miracle will continue? |
A51475 | But the King demanding in a grave and serious tone of voice, Who had bid him come, and if he had not receiv''d an express prohibition from him? |
A51475 | For if that had been his purpose, what cou''d have hinder''d him from causing the Louvre to be invested? |
A51475 | Immediately he ask''d the King, according to the form, Who he was, and what he wou''d have? |
A51475 | The Verses run thus, Quis neget Henricum miracula prodere mundo, Qui fecit montem, qui modo vallis erat? |
A80112 | Are thred- bare Virtues Ornaments for Kings? |
A80112 | Cubs did''st thou call them? |
A80112 | Do Monarchs rise by Virtue or by Sword? |
A80112 | For in a round, what order can be shew''d, Where all the parts so equal perfect are? |
A80112 | Hath Blood him away, as his Crown he convey''d? |
A80112 | How oft have I him to himself restor''d, In''s left the Scale, in''s right hand plac''d the Sword? |
A80112 | Oh mighty Queen, why so untimely drest? |
A80112 | Or have you to the Compter remov''d him for Debt? |
A80112 | Or is he in his Cabal in his — set? |
A80112 | Or is he to Clayton''s gone in Masquerade? |
A80112 | Shall they e''re dare to think they shall decide The Way to Heaven, and who shall be my Guide? |
A80112 | Shall they pretend to say, That Bread is Bread, Or there''s no Purgatory for the Dead? |
A80112 | Taught him their use, what dangers would ensue, To them who strive to separate these two? |
A80112 | That Extream Unction is but common Oyl, And not Infallibly the Roman Spoil? |
A80112 | V. How shall I then begin, or where conclude, To draw a Fame so truly Circular? |
A80112 | What fatal Crimes make you for ever fly Your once loved Court and Martyrs Progeny? |
A80112 | What mighty Pow''r hath forc''d me from my rest? |
A80112 | Who e''re grew great by keeping of his Word? |
A36673 | And how indeed should it happen otherwise? |
A36673 | And must the Terms of Peace be given by Thee? |
A36673 | Are there not many points, some needfull sure To saving Faith, that Scripture leaves obscure? |
A36673 | But to return to the Roman Catholicks, how can we be secure from the practice of Jesuited Papists in that Religion? |
A36673 | Canst Thou, by Reason, more of God- head know Than Plutarch, Seneca, or Cicero? |
A36673 | Dar''st thou, poor Worm, offend Infinity? |
A36673 | Else, how com''st Thou to see these truths so clear, Which so obscure to Heathens did appear? |
A36673 | Hast thou a Wit so deep, or so sublime, Or canst thou lower dive, or higher climb? |
A36673 | How can the less the Greater comprehend? |
A36673 | How chearfully the Soul does take its flight, On Faith''s strong wings guided by Reason''s light? |
A36673 | If written words from time are not secur''d, How can we think have oral Sounds endur''d? |
A36673 | Must all Tradition then be set aside? |
A36673 | Now what Appeal can end th''important Suit; Both parts talk loudly, but the Rule is mute? |
A36673 | Oh but says one, Tradition set aside, Where can we hope for an unerring Guid? |
A36673 | Or finite Reason reach Infinity? |
A36673 | Shall I speak plain, and in a Nation free Assume an honest Layman''s Liberty? |
A36673 | The onely free enriching Port God made What shamefull Monopoly did invade? |
A36673 | To what can Reason such Effects assign Transcending Nature, but to Laws Divine? |
A36673 | What then remains, but, waving each Extreme, The Tides of Ignorance, and Pride to stem? |
A36673 | Who knows what Reasons may his Mercy lead; Or Ignorance invincible may plead? |
A36673 | or how, or why Shou''d all conspire to cheat us with a Lye? |
A36673 | or wou''d they alone Who brought the Present, claim it for their own? |
A36581 | And who can sound the depth of David''s Soul? |
A36581 | B ● t when should people strive their Bonds to break, 〈 ◊ 〉 not when Kings are negligent or weak? |
A36581 | God said he lov''d your Father; coud he bring A better proof, than to Anoint him King? |
A36581 | He gives, and let him give my right away: But why should he his own, and yours betray? |
A36581 | How coud his for ● eit on mankind take place? |
A36581 | How long wilt thou the general Joy detain; Starve, and defraud the people of thy Reign? |
A36581 | Indulge one labour more, my weary Muse, For Amiel, who can Amiel''s praise refuse? |
A36581 | Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw? |
A36581 | My Rebel ever proves my peoples Saint: Would They impose an Heir upon the Throne? |
A36581 | Not that your Father''s mildness I contemn? |
A36581 | Now what relief can Righteous David bring? |
A36581 | Oh that my Power to saving were confin''d; Why am I forc''d, like Heav''n, against my mind, To make Examples of another kind? |
A36581 | Or how coud heavenly Justice damn us all, Who ne''r consented to our Fathers fall? |
A36581 | Our Author swears it not; b ● t who can know How ● ar the Devil and Iebusites may go? |
A36581 | Punish a Body which he coud not please; Bankrupt of Life, yet Prodigal of ease? |
A36581 | What Standard is there in a ● ickle rout, Which, flowing to the mark, runs faster out? |
A36581 | What could he gain, his peop ● e to betray, Or change his right, for arbitrary sway? |
A36581 | What means he then, to Alienate the Crown? |
A36581 | What millions has he pardon''d of his Foes, Whom just revenge did to his wrath expose? |
A36581 | What then is left but with a jealous Eye To guard the small remains of Royalty? |
A36581 | What 〈 … 〉 I expect while David lives? |
A36581 | Whence comes it that Religion and the Laws Should more be Absalom''s than David''s Cause? |
A36581 | Who ever ask''d the Witnesses high race, VVhose Oath with Martyrdom did Stephen grace? |
A36581 | Who sues for Justice to his Throne in vain? |
A36581 | Whom has he wrong''d in all his Peaceful Reign? |
A36581 | Why am I scanted by a niggard Birth? |
A36581 | Why should I then repine at Heavens decree; Which gives me no pretence to Royalty? |
A36581 | Why then shoud I, enco ● raging the bad, Turn Rebel, and run popularly mad? |
A36581 | Woud David have you thought his Darling Son? |
A36581 | Yet, grant our Lords the people Kings can make, What prudent men a setled Throne woud shake? |
A36581 | can people give away Both for themselves and Sons, their Native sway? |
A36680 | Against his Orders your Return from Tyre? |
A36680 | And if th''imagin''d Guilt thus wound my Thought, What will it when the tragick Scene is wrought? |
A36680 | And must I here my Ship- wrackt Arts bemoan? |
A36680 | And when the Civil Furies are on wing That blind and undistinguisht Slaughters fling, Who knows what impious chance may reach the King? |
A36680 | And with what Tyranny had we been curst, Had Corah never prov''d a Villain first? |
A36680 | But, tell me, did the Drunken Patriot Bless The Son that shew''d his Father''s Nakedness? |
A36680 | By Sanhedrims, and clam''rous Crowds, thus prest What passions rent the Righteous David''s Breast? |
A36680 | Dar''st thou presume in verse to meet thy foes, Thou whom the Penny Pamphlet foil''d in prose? |
A36680 | Did you for this expose your self to Show, And to the Crowd bow popularly low? |
A36680 | For cou''d their Pride brook any Prince''s Sway, Whom but mild David wou''d they choose t''Obey? |
A36680 | His Strength as yet in David''s Friendship lies, And what can David''s Self without Supplies? |
A36680 | How are thy Honours and thy Fame betray''d, The Property of desp''rate Villains made? |
A36680 | Must Ancient Failings be Examples made, Then Murtherers from Cain may learn their Trade? |
A36680 | My Regal Pow''r how will my Foes resent, When I my Self have scarce my own Consent? |
A36680 | My thoughts presum''d our labours at an End, And are we still with Conscience to contend? |
A36680 | Nor onely so, but with a Pomp more high, And open Court of Popularity, The Factious Tribes — And this Reproof from Thee? |
A36680 | On what Pretence cou''d then the Vulgar Rage Against his Worth, and native Rights engage? |
A36680 | Slept the Old Pilot in so rough a Tide? |
A36680 | The Charms of Empire might his Youth mis- lead, But what can our besotted Israel plead? |
A36680 | What Form of Sway did David e''er persue That seem''d like Absolute but sprung from You? |
A36680 | What Opposition can your Rival bring, While Sanhedrims are Jealous of the King? |
A36680 | What Praise for such rich Strains shall we allow? |
A36680 | What Tribute, Asaph, shall we render Thee? |
A36680 | What have the Men of Hebron here to doe? |
A36680 | What just Rewards the gratefull Crown bestow? |
A36680 | What part in Israel''s promis''d Land have you? |
A36680 | When shall we see expir''d Deceivers Sway, And credit what our God and Monarchs say? |
A36680 | When will our Reasons long- charm''d Eyes unclose, And Israel judge between her Friends and Foes? |
A36680 | Where Iudah, where was now, thy Lyons Roar? |
A36680 | Whither will ungovern''d Senates drive, And to what Bounds licentious Votes arrive? |
A36680 | Whose drenching Rains laid all our Vineyards waste? |
A36680 | Why are my Thoughts upon a Crown employ''d, Which once obtain''d, can be but half Enjoy''d? |
A36680 | Your single Interest with the Nation weigh''d, And turn''d the Scale where your Desires were laid? |
A36680 | Your trivial Faults if he could so resent, To doom you little less than Banishment, What rage must your Presumption Since inspire? |
A36680 | or Skeletons produce The Vital Warmth of Cuckoldizing Juice? |
A36630 | After this, who will trust the gratitude of a Common- wealth? |
A36630 | And amongst them all, what will become of those fine Speculative Wits, who drew the Plan of this new Government, and who overthrew the old? |
A36630 | And if he must justifie his own proceedings to their whole Body, how can he do it but by blaming their Representatives? |
A36630 | And was not his fortune necessitous enough at all times, to catch at an impunity, which was baited with Rewards to bribe him? |
A36630 | And where are then the principles of Vertue, Honour and Religion, which they would persuade the World, have animated their endeavours for the publick? |
A36630 | But I would ask him in the first place, if an Appeal be to be made, to whom can the King Appeal, but to his People? |
A36630 | But since there have been, how could the King complain more modestly, or in terms more expressing Grief, than Indignation? |
A36630 | But what if he thinks not their Party fit to be intrusted, least they should employ it against his Person? |
A36630 | But who shall Judge when it shall be proper to put an end to such a Parliament? |
A36630 | Did his Majesty stifle the Plot when he offered them, or did they refuse to sound the depth of it, when they would not touch upon them? |
A36630 | Had he not the benefit of so many Proclamations, to have come in before, if he then knew any thing worth discovery? |
A36630 | How comes it to pass that our Author shuffles the two French Dutchesses together? |
A36630 | Is he grown so purblind, that he can not distinguish Friends from Foes? |
A36630 | Is she so quickly become an old acquaintance, that none of the politick assignations at her Lodgings are remembred? |
A36630 | Now whose will be the fault in common reason, if the Allyances be not supported, and Tangier not relieved? |
A36630 | Or why, after the execution of the Lord Stafford, did the House of Commons stop at the other Lords, and not proceed to try them in their turns? |
A36630 | What then would become of our ancient Privilege to be tryed per pares? |
A36630 | What were they before they were thus Angry? |
A36630 | With what impudence can our Author say, That an House of Commons can possibly be so pack''d, as to make us Slaves and Papists by a Law? |
A36630 | and incroaching into Soveraignty and Arbitrary Power themselves, while they seem''d to fear it from the King? |
A36630 | and that the Exclusion must first pass? |
A36630 | of which the one is an Italian, the other a French Woman, and an English Dutchess? |
A36630 | or more truly was it ever intended to be urged? |
A36630 | or that his House of Commons should Fetter him beyond any of his Predecessors? |
A36630 | or what way is left him to obviate the causes of such complaints for the future, but this gentle admonishment for what is past? |
A36630 | or what would they be, could they make so firm an Interest in Court, that they might venture themselves in that bottom? |
A36630 | or who counsel''d the dissolution of the Tripple League? |
A36630 | who gave the rise to the present greatness of the French? |
A36627 | After they have so long contended for their Classical Ordination,( not to speak of Rites and Ceremonies) will they at length submit to an Episcopal? |
A36627 | And after that, trust my imperfect sense Which calls in question his omnipotence? |
A36627 | And if he can, why all this frantick pain To construe what his clearest words contain, And make a riddle what He made so plain? |
A36627 | Because Philosophers may disagree, If sight b''emission or reception be, Shall it be thence inferr''d, I do not see? |
A36627 | But, gratious God, how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring Guide? |
A36627 | Can I believe eternal God could lye Disguis''d in mortal mold and infancy? |
A36627 | Can I my reason to my faith compell, And shall my sight, and touch, and taste rebell? |
A36627 | Can conscience own th''associating name, And raise no blushes to conceal her shame? |
A36627 | Can they who say the Host should be descry''d By sense, define a body glorify''d? |
A36627 | Could He his god- head veil with flesh and bloud And not veil these again to be our food? |
A36627 | Did we a lawfull tyranny displace, To set aloft a bastard of the race? |
A36627 | For this obscurity could heav''n provide More prudently than by a living guide, As doubts arose, the difference to decide? |
A36627 | For who wou''d break with heav''n, and wou''d not break for all? |
A36627 | Good life be now my task: my doubts are done,( What more could fright my faith, than Three in One?) |
A36627 | Have not all hereticks the same pretence To plead the Scriptures in their own defence? |
A36627 | How answ''ring to its end a church is made, Whose pow''r is but to counsell and persuade? |
A36627 | How can she censure, or what crime pretend, But Scripture may be constru''d to defend? |
A36627 | How did the Nicene council then decide That strong debate, was it by Scripture try''d? |
A36627 | How else cou''d that obscene disease be purg''d When controverted texts are vainly urg''d? |
A36627 | If as you say, and as I hope no less, Your sons will practise what your self profess, What angry pow''r prevents our present peace? |
A36627 | If not by Scriptures how can we be sure( Reply''d the Panther) what tradition''s pure? |
A36627 | Impassible, and penetrating parts? |
A36627 | Is Antichrist by Antichrist expell''d? |
A36627 | Is he from heav''n this mighty champion come, Or lodg''d below in subterranean Rome? |
A36627 | Led by those great examples, may not I The wanted organs of their words supply? |
A36627 | Let reason then at Her own quarry fly, But how can finite grasp infinity? |
A36627 | Or where did I at sure tradition strike, Provided still it were Apostolick? |
A36627 | Shall she command, who has herself rebell''d? |
A36627 | Superiour faculties are set aside, Shall their subservient organs be my guide? |
A36627 | That the great maker of the world could dye? |
A36627 | The Panther ask''d, what concord there cou''d be Betwixt two kinds whose Natures disagree? |
A36627 | The Panther smil''d at this, and when, said she, Were those first Councils disallow''d by me? |
A36627 | The painted Harlot might awhile bewitch, But why the Hag uncas''d, and all obscene with itch? |
A36627 | Think you your new French Proselytes are come To starve abroad, because they stary''d at home? |
A36627 | Thus: with full sails, they ran upon the shelf, Who cou''d suspect a couzenage from himself? |
A36627 | Were all those wonders wrought by pow''r divine As means or ends of some more deep design? |
A36627 | What Phoebus from the Tripod shall disclose, Which are in last resort, your friends or foes? |
A36627 | What bills for breach of laws can she prefer, Expounding which she owns herself may err? |
A36627 | What flesh and bloud wou''d croud the narrow gate` Or, till they waste their pamper''d paunches, wait? |
A36627 | What is''t those faithfull then partake or leave? |
A36627 | What more could you have done, than now you doe, Had Oates and Bedlow, and their Plot been true? |
A36627 | What weight of antient witness can prevail If private reason hold the publick scale? |
A36627 | Who can believe what varies every day, Nor ever was, nor will be at a stay? |
A36627 | Why all these wars to win the Book, if we Must not interpret for our selves, but she? |
A36627 | Why chuse we then like Bilanders to creep Along the coast, and land in view to keep, When safely we may launch into the deep? |
A36627 | With Texts point- blank and plain he fac''d the Foe ▪ And did not Sathan tempt our Saviour so? |
A36627 | With odious Atheist names you load your foes, Your lib''ral Clergy why did I expose? |
A36627 | did Shimei worse? |
A38641 | And can there be no temperate Region known Betwixt the Frigid and the Torrid Zone? |
A38641 | And have no share of what should in you be The chief of Attributes, just Clemency? |
A38641 | And why? |
A38641 | And why? |
A38641 | But stay; who have we next? |
A38641 | Ca n''t all our sad Petitions? |
A38641 | Can they whole Shop- books write, and yet not know If Bishops have a Right Divine or no? |
A38641 | For if we ca n''t endure t''obey one King, What shall we do if we a thousand bring? |
A38641 | How can we exercise Religion now, When want of Laws doth liberty allow To all Prophaneness? |
A38641 | How many Justices did Wealth advance That had nothing to show, but Ignorance? |
A38641 | How many Swine does this make in a year, If all were Sows that wallow in the mire? |
A38641 | If Sacriledge to steal from Churches be, What''s he that steals a Church, nay two or three? |
A38641 | If we were wet before, shall we desire No remedy, but a consuming fire? |
A38641 | Is this Religion, when each Souldier dares Become a Bishop, to correct our Prayers, And new- coin all our Orders? |
A38641 | Is''t not as great a glory, to forget An Injury, as take revenge for it? |
A38641 | Learning''s the Lamp o''th''Land, that shines so bright, Are you s''immodest to put out the light? |
A38641 | Must we, to help us, make our wrongs the more? |
A38641 | No Organs; Idols to the Ear they be: No Anthemes; why? |
A38641 | No Surplice; no? |
A38641 | No; study and experience makes them wise, Why should they else watch late, and early rise? |
A38641 | Oh by all means; but how? |
A38641 | On Geese and Capons, with what zeal they feed? |
A38641 | Or can they sweep their doors, and shops so well, And for to clense a State as yet not tell? |
A38641 | THe under- Foggers, with their dagled Gowns, Like Sampson''s Foxes tails, inflame the Towns; Make Suits, as Conjurers raise Winds; and why? |
A38641 | They''re Rags of Rome, I think: what would you have? |
A38641 | WHy then, you tott''ring Bases of our Land, Who at this wave- tost Kingdoms Stern do stand, Why did you first begin? |
A38641 | What if we have been injur''d heretofore? |
A38641 | What need an Enemy the Walls to beat, When the Defendants sins do ope the Gate? |
A38641 | What would you have, good Souls? |
A38641 | What''s next? |
A38641 | Where''s then our hope? |
A38641 | Would you''ve Religion? |
A38641 | You that are call''d Divine, nay Gods, why then Do you degenerate to worse than men? |
A38641 | a Reformation? |
A38641 | ca n''t our Charms Of people groaning under the Alarms Of bloody broils, nor slaughter''d Subjects cries, Move you to end our endless miseries? |
A38641 | why do you still With all your force strive to prolong our ill? |
A38641 | why none, I crave? |
A38641 | your Sex so cruel to the Gown? |
A69727 | And this I allow to be true: but what though? |
A69727 | But How? |
A69727 | But, what''s this to Mr. Jones his conceipt of a Temple; and such a one too, as must bear the Aspect Hypaethros, sive sub divo, i. e. open at top? |
A69727 | Do you require an Instance, or Example of the truth of what I here say? |
A69727 | Doth it become one of the most famous Architects of our age, thus to build Castles in the air, and flye to a sanctuary made up of Fictions? |
A69727 | For, whence came the foundations of Empires, the institutions of Republiques, Sects, Societies, and Laws to govern them? |
A69727 | If so; what did those deserve, who first digged the same out of the Marble Quarries of Egypt, and brought it entire to Rome? |
A69727 | Is this fair and candid dealing, think you, in a man of Letters? |
A69727 | Mr. Jones, indeed, hath expresly affirmed it: but, how hath he made it appear? |
A69727 | Must all Structures environed with such Areae be Temples? |
A69727 | Quod si quis vi monstrosa patratum ambigat, quorundam montium excelsa suspiciat, dicatque? |
A69727 | Sed si sunt plures; dic, ubi congeries? |
A69727 | Si lapis est unus; dic, quafuit arte levatus? |
A69727 | Upon whose relation may we, with greatest security to our belief, depend? |
A69727 | What, then, shall we conclude on in the case? |
A69727 | Whence all the brave performances and atchievements in Warr? |
A69727 | Whence the building of Cities, the erection of Pyramids, Mausoleas, Obelisks, Temples, Amphitheatres, Statues, Palaces, and the like costly Monuments? |
A69727 | Whence the liberality of Testaments, the adoption of Heirs, the affiancing of great Families, the desire of Islue? |
A69727 | Whence, those many Volumes of History, Annals, Philosophy, Arts and Sciences, and all other kind of Knowledge? |
A69727 | Where then is the Similitude and Conformity? |
A69727 | Where then is to be found the proportion of Longitude to six Diameters of the thickest part of the Column? |
A69727 | Would you have Authority for this? |
A69727 | and why is one order covered with Architraves, the other not? |
A69727 | or all Roman Temples be accommodated with the like out- lets? |
A69727 | or by what means? |
A69727 | or how should we distinguish them from the other intercolumniary, or void spaces? |
A55194 | ( for it was granted by the Platonists that there was but one:) and why should not many Jupiters or Gods be necessary, for Government of many Worlds? |
A55194 | And where was common humanity, in railing against the dead? |
A55194 | Another ask''d him why he allow''d of so mean and trivial Sacrifices to the Gods? |
A55194 | But what Plutarch can this age produce to immortallize a life so Noble? |
A55194 | Considering therefore with my self Whom with so great a man shall I compare? |
A55194 | Damaratus being ask''d, in an † abusive manner by an importunate fellow, Who was the best man in Lacedaemon? |
A55194 | For what proportion of glory is there betwixt a Roman Consul, or Proconsul of so great a Common- wealth, and a simple Citizen of Athens? |
A55194 | How''s this,( Mr. Varlet,) answered Plutarch, by what signes and tokens, can you prove I am in passion? |
A55194 | Is it by my Countenance, my voice, the colour of my face, by my words, or by my gestures, that you have discover''d this my fury? |
A55194 | Or heave up Pike? |
A55194 | Or whom oppose? |
A55194 | This done he set sail for Delphos, and having sacrific''d to Apollo, ask''d him, Whether he approv''d of the Laws he had establish''d? |
A55194 | What difference was there then between these several customs? |
A55194 | What he thought of such an action of such a man? |
A55194 | What then( may some say) hath Rome been prejudiced by her Wars? |
A55194 | What, says Croesus angry, and dost not thou reckon us amongst the happy men? |
A55194 | When one of Eretria began to oppose him, he said, Have you any thing to say of War, that are like an* Ink- Fish? |
A55194 | Where was the Morality of a Philosopher, in defaming and exposing of an harmless fool? |
A55194 | Wherein( say they) have we injured or offended you, that we formerly have, and now do suffer under these Calamities? |
A55194 | Who''s that, I pray''? |
A55194 | Why wilt not carry Lance or Spear? |
A55194 | but what was his name? |
A55194 | said he, and what does that there differ from this, onely that that which hath caused that darkness there, is something greater than a Cloak? |
A55194 | what makes thee fear, As if thou didst the Soul of Teles* wear? |
A55194 | who can the tryal bear? |
A55194 | who would cheat and circumvent, be brib''d or turn Knight of the Post to compass it? |
A55194 | who would injustly detein it? |
A55194 | with the Bones of the Fish Maena? |
A55194 | † He seems to allude to the Questions which us''d to be put to the young Lads, as, Who is the best man in Sparta? |
A59611 | After all, to be concealed all ones Life, is that living? |
A59611 | And the Countess of Carlisle, from the most inward part of Whitehall, did not she animate all the Factions of Westminster? |
A59611 | And why discommend a thing that... hath authorized by his Example? |
A59611 | As for what relates to hoarding, is it not just to manage with care, what we have procured with difficulty? |
A59611 | Besides, what is more unjust, than to procure all that makes up the Commerce and Advantage of Mankind, to make no use thereof? |
A59611 | But tell me, I entreat you, can you imagine that those Philosophers, whose Works you read with so much Application, have found what you enquire after? |
A59611 | But to lay aside discourses that are too general; what do you gain by husbanding so cunningly the Liberty of seeing you, and conversing with you? |
A59611 | But what cou''d he do? |
A59611 | But what''s your Opinion of Epicurus, says one to me? |
A59611 | Can you imagine the Condition of a Religious person to be unhappy, when he is considered in his Order, and is of some repute in the World? |
A59611 | From whence, do you think, proceed the Contradictions which appear upon that Subject, in the Writings of Aristotle and Seneca? |
A59611 | From whence, do you think, proceeds this Diversity in their Opinions? |
A59611 | God was not pleased to make us Perfect enough to be always amiable: why should we desire then to be always loved? |
A59611 | How many Fortunes do you think his Writings have run through to come to us? |
A59611 | If he lets us partake of what he knows, is it too much to acknowledge him, to have a seeming Submission to his Sentiments? |
A59611 | If the Advice is good, why should we reject it, because it is not delivered with a good Grace? |
A59611 | In the midst of all these Authorities opposed one to the other, what Medium is there to decide? |
A59611 | In what Court have not the Women had Credit, and in what Intrigues are not they concerned? |
A59611 | Is there a Question about acquitting himself towards a Benefactor, no body frankly confesses the debt, nor concludes on the value of the Service? |
A59611 | Is there a dispute about the acknowledgment of a good turn, a thousand Men re ● ine upon the Discourses of Seneca? |
A59611 | Of whatsoever manner it is, all Animates in Homer, all is Affecting; but in Virgil, who is not tired with the good Aeneas, and his dear Achates? |
A59611 | Quartilla, doth not she represent admirably those prostitute Women? |
A59611 | The Authority, which he takes over us, is indeed troublesome; but is it not a privilege acquired by Age? |
A59611 | The Marriage of Young Giton and Innocent Panichis, doth it not give us the Image of an accomplished Wantonness? |
A59611 | To what purpose is it, to hate in another, the Fortune they seem to neglect for themselves? |
A59611 | What Occasion is there for those general Arguments to shew that he could be sensible of all sorts of Pleasures? |
A59611 | What Reason had a Philosopher, that disbelieved the Immortality of Souls, to mortifie the senses? |
A59611 | What advantage come ● of this fine Genius of Interest? |
A59611 | What distinction is there between Death and Retirement, between Solitude and the Grave? |
A59611 | What hath Orestes done, that great and illustrious person of Friendship? |
A59611 | What hath he done, that ought not to give Horrour? |
A59611 | What hath not the Princess of Eboly done under Philip the Second, as Prudent and Politick as he was? |
A59611 | What have I to do to recall what''s past, or to foresee the future? |
A59611 | What is your Judgment of him? |
A59611 | What signifies that great Art, which rules all the features of your Face? |
A59611 | What then becomes of this happy Nativity? |
A59611 | When he makes the Libertines speak in Ecclesiastes, is it not plain that he appropriates to Wisdom alone the knowledge of our selves? |
A59611 | When the last sent to demand Men and Money to maintain the Army, What would he demand said Hanno, if he had lost the Battel? |
A59611 | Where is a Man so uniform, as to have nothing of inequality, and contrariety in his Actions? |
A59611 | Whither doth not the Idea of a Conflagration extend? |
A59611 | Who knows if Ambition had not a share in this action? |
A59611 | Who was greater, more dextrous than Caesar? |
A59611 | Why put a Divorce between two Parties composed of the same Matter, who ought to have found their Advantage in the Concord and Union of their Parties? |
A59611 | Will not so many Alterations produce some change in our Works? |
A59611 | if they would have it believed, that they have quitted it, why do they pretend to find fault with others for pursuing the same? |
A59611 | who has no need of it? |
A48362 | Again, is it not as possible for Men who profess a Creed to err even against that Creed, as it is for Men professing a Rule to deviate from that Rule? |
A48362 | And is that colour vanish''d? |
A48362 | As if there were no way to render a Man capable of understanding Scripture, to the saving of his Soul, but to leave him to be his own Judge? |
A48362 | But how came she to make this Declaration? |
A48362 | But how comes the Church of England to bear the blame of so many Heresies? |
A48362 | But still the King''s Questions pressed upon them, who shall be Judge? |
A48362 | But what greater necessity is there for the Church of Rome to void Baptism given out of her Communion, then for the Catholic Church? |
A48362 | But what''s this to the King''s Reason? |
A48362 | But who shall be Umpire, the instructing, or instructed Party? |
A48362 | Had she no Body else to consult? |
A48362 | He answers by a Counter- questio Does every one amongst us pretend to an infallible Spirit? |
A48362 | He demands, In what words of Christ is it to be found? |
A48362 | He grants it was, how then came it to pass that in after Ages she became so obscure, and as it were invisible? |
A48362 | He replies thus; were not the Vices of Alexander the Sixth, and of many other Popes, as great at least as those of Henry the Eighth? |
A48362 | He thus subsumes, But if those who made those Creeds for our Direction, had intended the Roman- Catholic Church, why was it not so expressed? |
A48362 | I now put this question to him, was this Revelation a Command upon Lot or the Apostles, not to believe what they did see? |
A48362 | I shall now take leave to ask, whether the Church in the throng of these Divisions was easily visible or no? |
A48362 | Is not this a President for all Rebellion, either in Church or State? |
A48362 | Is that submission so due that Heaven will be lost without it? |
A48362 | Is the power of the Church Catholic in deciding Faith, less then it was in making the second Creed? |
A48362 | Is there no Church? |
A48362 | No Pastors to instruct him? |
A48362 | Or if the Catholic Church doth not make it void, what can oblige the Church of Rome to do it? |
A48362 | The King goes on, Christ left power in his Church even to forgive sins,& c. He replys, But where then was the Roman Catholic Church? |
A48362 | The King having put the question, by what Authority Men separate themselves from that Church? |
A48362 | To his Question, How came the Church of Rome to have this power of defining or declaring what''s Heresie? |
A48362 | Was there any Mark, Rule, or Standard, by which the Church was known amidst her first Divisions, which afterwards disappeared? |
A48362 | Well then, what is the Church of England charged with? |
A48362 | Well, but having finished this inquiry, What did they do? |
A48362 | Well, how was the Breach? |
A48362 | What discoveries then hath she made? |
A48362 | What''s now the sense of St. Cyprian, the mouth of the African Church, to Antonianus? |
A48362 | What''s this? |
A48362 | Why are you a Catholic? |
A48362 | did not St. Austin and other Fathers sharpen their Pens against them? |
A48362 | did not the Church by her Councils cut them off as rotten Limbs from her Body? |
A48362 | or where lies the Disparity? |
A48362 | were they not the same that were used in the first Ages, did not the Pastors watch over their Flock to preserve it from the contagion? |
A29640 | A Lack, good young Lord Hastings, is he dead? |
A29640 | All die in one so young, so small? |
A29640 | An quia pulcher erat, primaeque in Flore Iuventae Parca fuit teneri capta decore viri? |
A29640 | An quod amant Iuvenum pasci Exanthemata Flore, Signavit niveam Pustula rubra cutem? |
A29640 | And in his Urn, our hopes, thus, buried? |
A29640 | And shall not we come in,( who share i''th''smart) In your sad consort, to lament our part? |
A29640 | And what? |
A29640 | And, as at some mens Fall, why did not His In Nature work a Metamorphosis? |
A29640 | At his Nativity, what angry Star Malignant Influences flung so far? |
A29640 | At quid amator eras? |
A29640 | Beauty and Learning thus together meet, To bring a Winding for a Wedding- sheet? |
A29640 | Brome, Richard, d. 1652? |
A29640 | But stay — What voice was that? |
A29640 | But what could he, good man, although he bruis''d All Herbs, and them a thousand ways infus''d? |
A29640 | Desideratiùs quis unquam vixerit, Poterítve flebiliùs mori? |
A29640 | Did not his Look, his Voice and Deed, With full commerce of Pleasure feed Your Sense and Soul? |
A29640 | Didst thou sleep, Hymen? |
A29640 | Do the Orbs sleep in silence? |
A29640 | HOw comes this press of People to this place, Oppress''d with inward Anguish? |
A29640 | Hast not a vein for Verse? |
A29640 | Heu quanta est rigidi dura inclementia Fati? |
A29640 | How could we hope t''enjoy him, being one, Whose new profane Opinion says, There''s none? |
A29640 | How doth it glow With fresh Illapses of the purest Light, Free from the Bondage of chill Sense and Night? |
A29640 | How long a search, ere she can finde one out, Second to him? |
A29640 | How shall a female brest be able then, To bear a shock might shake the best of men? |
A29640 | IS there a bright Star faln from this our Sphere, Yet none sets out some newer Kalender? |
A29640 | If Merit be Disease, if Vertue Death; To be Good, Not to be; who''d then bequeath Himself to Discipline? |
A29640 | If the tall Cedars must be Levell''d, why Should humble Shrubs expect Security? |
A29640 | Is Death( Sin''s wages) Grace''s now? |
A29640 | Is he said to decease, That raigns in Glory now, and lives in Peace? |
A29640 | Is the Scheme Struck dumb at th''apprehension of the Theme? |
A29640 | MUst Noble Hastings Immaturely die,( The Honour of his ancient Family?) |
A29640 | May we not fall some drops thereat? |
A29640 | Must She, With him expiring, feel Mortality? |
A29640 | Must Vertue prove Death''s Harbinger? |
A29640 | Must all these ag''d Sires in one Funeral Expire? |
A29640 | Must then old three- legg''d gray- beards with their Gout, Catarrhs, Rheums, Aches, live three Ages out? |
A29640 | None live, but such as should die? |
A29640 | Nonne vides Flores excindi tempore Verno? |
A29640 | O had he di''d of old, how great a strife Had been, who from his Death should draw their Life? |
A29640 | One Jewel set off with so many a Foil? |
A29640 | Or can not milder Heaven one Influence throw, To make one thing Glorious and Lasting too? |
A29640 | Or finde what''s Just or Sense? |
A29640 | Or were these Gems sent to adorn his Skin, The Cab''net of a richer Soul within? |
A29640 | Procedam ulterius? |
A29640 | Quomodo virtutes comprendam Epicedia scribens Carmine, quas nullus vel numerare potis? |
A29640 | Replenish''d then with such rare Gifts as these, Where was room left for such a Foul Disease? |
A29640 | Sed cum Nestoreis fuerat dignissimus annis, Tam citò cur tetricis praeda deabus erat? |
A29640 | Shall I be silent then, not to relate The Grievance of my Minde for this sad Fate? |
A29640 | Shall I the arms of Sorrow ever bear Crost bout my Skeleton? |
A29640 | Shall we meet With none but Ghostly Fathers in the Street? |
A29640 | So many Spots, like naeves, our Venus soil? |
A29640 | Speak, what art thou? |
A29640 | The Fountain dri''d, how should the Chanel run? |
A29640 | The Mirrour of our Age, Lord Hastings dead? |
A29640 | Thus the great Hastings di''d; The Young- mens Glory, and the Scholars Pride; Envie''s just Zenith — But why should I lament his death? |
A29640 | Vertue and Knowledge now for Monsters go: To grope out Truth henceforth, how shall we do? |
A29640 | WHat Soil is this, where nothing that is good, Nor Vertues branch, can live, nor Beauties bud? |
A29640 | WHat make I here? |
A29640 | WHat? |
A29640 | Was ever such a Son as he?) |
A29640 | Was he not purest, fairest, wisest, best? |
A29640 | Was there no milder way but the Small Pox, The very Filth''ness of Pandora''s Box? |
A29640 | What Advocate will dare to justifie, Or Story match, this Matchless Tyranny? |
A29640 | What Caput Algols, and what dire Aspects Occasioned so Tragical Effects? |
A29640 | What Sin unexpiated in this Land Of Groans, hath guided so severe a hand? |
A29640 | What cou''d you wish your Son? |
A29640 | What man is he, that hath not Heaven beguil''d, And is not thence mistaken for a Childe? |
A29640 | What ravishing Transports now Seize on that Intellect? |
A29640 | What though our loss be great; so great, that none In our Age has exceeded it, but One? |
A29640 | Who calls? |
A29640 | Who can be silent now, or so dull grown, Not to have sense? |
A29640 | Why should we mourn then? |
A29640 | Why was not th''Air drest in Prodigions forms, To groan in Thunder, and to weep in Storms? |
A29640 | Why were your Torches lighted in their Eyes? |
A29640 | Within thy Circuit, could none other please Thy Palate: Was thy Thirst so great, That, onely, Noble Blood must quench the Heat? |
A29640 | and shall mine eye Be like Aquarius Pitcher, never dry? |
A29640 | how can it but please us? |
A29640 | how ill this place befits A Shrub, to sprout i''th''Lebanon of Wits? |
A29640 | or art lately grown T''affect the Subterranean Region? |
A29640 | shall Art Make us more Learned, onely to depart? |
A29640 | when these few words An Argument wide, as the World affords, Of Grief? |
A29640 | who calls? |
A29640 | who''d not esteem Labour a Crime, Study Self- murther deem? |
A29640 | will my cloudy forehead never clear? |
A67449 | ( Pan you remember, Madam, in Greek signifies All, and who wou''d no ● tell a Lye for so pretty a Conceit?) |
A67449 | 2 Da te chi se defende? |
A67449 | After all, Sir, are not the Women in the right in this point? |
A67449 | After this to talk of their Levity or Babling, what were it but trifling? |
A67449 | Alas( reply''d she) are there not three hundred Senators, and might it not come from any of''em, as well as you? |
A67449 | Amongst all those Ladies who Cuckold their Husbands, is there any one who does it with a man of Sense? |
A67449 | Amongst all those Widows who ruin themselves by second Marriages, is there any one who does it with a man of Sense? |
A67449 | And do they not shew the Levity, Perjury, and Lewdness of the Sex? |
A67449 | And does not 5 Propertius, besides his own Cynthia''s falshood, cry out of the Incontinence of the Sex in general? |
A67449 | And forbid all Men of Sense keeping''em Company, as you do, and yet be angry with them for keeping Company with Fools? |
A67449 | And have they above one thing about''em, that distinguishes''em from the other Sex? |
A67449 | And in effect, what but Ruin and Desolation proceeds from''em? |
A67449 | And pray why may not the Women be allow''d the same excuse? |
A67449 | And that if they had not as Famous Men now, it was because they have not the same Advantages they had then? |
A67449 | And what of all this, pray? |
A67449 | And who but Fools are fit for that? |
A67449 | And who more cry''d up amongst''em than 1 Iudeth? |
A67449 | And who rais''d the greatest Persecution for Religion, that ever England saw, but our own Queen of the same Name? |
A67449 | And who tells you so, pray? |
A67449 | Are not their Books full of Quarrels, Piques, and Jealousies? |
A67449 | Are they not such whose Conversation is the jest of men of Sense? |
A67449 | Are they not the most despicable of Mankind? |
A67449 | But certainly they must have some very great Perfections to make amends for all these Faults: Well then, let us see what they are? |
A67449 | But does Lucian pretend that there are no good Women? |
A67449 | But must poor Penelope fall under your displeasure too? |
A67449 | But there are doubtless, you will say, Women of Understanding: Pray where are they? |
A67449 | But wou''d you see''em to their best advantage? |
A67449 | Can you see these Fops, as much as you are us''d to''em, without laughing? |
A67449 | Chi teco unqua contende? |
A67449 | Chi vinto non se rend ● ● Qual non cade, o non cede Forte cor, salda voglia, intera fedé? |
A67449 | Do not most of the young Heiresses run away with pitiful Fellows? |
A67449 | Do not you think Learning and Politicks become a Woman as ill as riding astride? |
A67449 | Do they not all with one consent complain, either of the Cruelty, or Falshood of their Mistresses? |
A67449 | Do they not inveigh against the Lampooners, and at the same time talk as scandalously as they can write? |
A67449 | Does he fall upon the Sex in general? |
A67449 | Does not 1 Anacreon, and a hundred more, tell you, they mind nothing but Wealth? |
A67449 | Does not 1 Theocritus make continual Complaints of the Cruelty of his Mistress? |
A67449 | Does not 1 Tibullus complain, that he had taught his Mistress to deceive her Guards so long, that she learnt to deceive him too? |
A67449 | Does not 2 Catullus tell you, that his Lesbia lay with all the Town? |
A67449 | Does not 2 Ovid lye at his Mistresses Door all night, whilst an inconsiderable Fellow is got into her Arms? |
A67449 | Does not 7 Aureng- zebe call Indamora Faithless, and Ingrate? |
A67449 | Does not Horace complain of the 3 Cruelty of two Mistresses, and the 4 Perjury and Inconstancy of three or four more? |
A67449 | For what Qualification can there be to make a Woman kinde and constant, that they had not? |
A67449 | He is always Violent, always Declaiming, always in a Passion; and what wonder if he falls upon the Women in one of his Fits? |
A67449 | Of 3 Agamenmon''s Death, but Clytemnestra? |
A67449 | Of 4 Hercules''s, but Deianira? |
A67449 | Or do they ever shew more Judgment, than when they pitch upon such men? |
A67449 | Or if these are not enow, shall we bring up our Reserves of I ● alian, Spanish, French, German, and English? |
A67449 | Quâ pensier fermi, e casti Non atterri, e non guasti? |
A67449 | Then take''em out of their own Element, begin a Discourse of any thing that is worth knowing, they are dumb; out of Modesty? |
A67449 | There was a long Dispute between her and Rivetus, whether Learning was fit for Women? |
A67449 | Well, let''em appear then; what do you find? |
A67449 | What Action more celebrated than her murdering Olofernes, when he had treated her with all the Kindness and Respect imaginable in his Tent? |
A67449 | What are they who boast of the Favours of all the finest Women in Town? |
A67449 | What caus''d the Revolt in the Low- Countries, but the Government of the 9 Princess of Parma? |
A67449 | What do they look for in a Husband, but one who will admire''em, who will be govern''d by''em, and upon whom all their little tricks will pass? |
A67449 | What do they propose in a Gallant, but giving''em Pleasure without Scandal? |
A67449 | What made such Confusion in 8 Iustinian''s Court, but Theodora? |
A67449 | What say you, Sir, are you yet satisfied there are Women of Wit and Learning? |
A67449 | What shall we say to Penelope, who is instanc''d as a Pattern of Chastity, and Conjugal Love? |
A67449 | What think you, Sir, do you not wish for your Visitant again, as the more tolerable folly of the two? |
A67449 | What think you, Sir, is not this Woman sufficient of her self? |
A67449 | What think you, Sir, of that alacrity, of that joy with which she resign''d up the Government? |
A67449 | Who advis''d the burning of 5 Persepolis, but Thais? |
A67449 | Who are the men that shew the tender Billets receiv''d? |
A67449 | Who lost 7 Mark Anthony the World, but Cleopatra? |
A67449 | Who made such dreadful disturbances in 1 Scotland, as their Queen Mary? |
A67449 | Who ruin''d 6 Hannibal''s Army, but the Capuan Women? |
A67449 | Who was the Betrayer of 1 Samson, but Dalilah? |
A67449 | Who was the cause of the Destruction of 2 Troy, but Helen? |
A67449 | Why shou''d I burden you with Instances, when every Country can furnish Examples enow of their own? |
A67449 | Will you by all your Laws and Customs endeavour to keep''em ignorant, and then blame''em for being so? |
A67449 | Wou''d you have their Wit, Courage, and Conduct display''d? |
A67449 | You do well: but will you believe themselves? |
A67449 | and 3 that what any Woman says to her Lover ought to be writ in Wind, or running Streams? |
A67449 | and is not one half of that spent in censuring all the Town? |
A67449 | and the other half in railing at those who Censure? |
A67449 | what does this make for you? |
A25723 | And if he were( said he) in love with the Queen, would you quit her to him? |
A25723 | And is there any appearance he that has done no private Wrong, should attempt Publick? |
A25723 | And were Women ever made contribute to it, whom Nature dispenses with by the general Consent of all Nations upon Earth? |
A25723 | And what Applause did Cicero himself give him? |
A25723 | At last the Soldiers began to gather in Companies, and to ask one another, Why has our General so ill an opinion of us? |
A25723 | But granting we take the City of Carthage, what shall we do with it? |
A25723 | But he never abused that Power and Charge of the Consulship: How so? |
A25723 | But how is this to be done? |
A25723 | But if he were a faithful friend indeed what help could he bring to me towards the safety of his Country? |
A25723 | But it is because you have War you inflict this on us: Was the World ever without War? |
A25723 | But pray Cicero, when was this done? |
A25723 | But say they upon what Oaths can we be assured the peace now to be made shall not be violated? |
A25723 | But who am I that write all these things? |
A25723 | C ● cceius answered; Is it so you call your Friends Enemies, and take away their Provinces and Armies? |
A25723 | Can you believe any of them will suffer what they possess to be taken away, at any less rate than blowing up the Flames of War in all parts? |
A25723 | Can you make so little account, not only of Antiochus, but of Seleucus himself? |
A25723 | Did you expect other Judgment against Publick Criminals? |
A25723 | Do we not seem worthy of your compassion, after the so late loss of fifty thousand men by famine? |
A25723 | Do you think there are none but Tavern- People and Artificers that put Writings on your Tribunal? |
A25723 | Had he not a fair apportunity upon the death of Caesar his Friend, his Benefactor, beloved by all the People? |
A25723 | Has he chased out of the City, or calumniously accused any Person before you? |
A25723 | Has he put any one to death without due Process, as Tyrants use to do; he, who is himself in danger of being condemned without being heard? |
A25723 | Has not he alone governed the Commonwealth, Dolobella being gone for Syria? |
A25723 | Have we not paid you your Tribute? |
A25723 | Here Scipio interrupting these Bravadoes, told him smiling; And in what degree would you have placed youy self, if I had not overcome you? |
A25723 | How many swore Fidelity to him without being required? |
A25723 | How often did they provoke to Battel this last Roman General, besieging them with threescore thousand men? |
A25723 | How often upon good terms did they enter into Leagues, which the Romans would not afterwards ratifie or maintain? |
A25723 | How then after Indemnity did they obtain Governments? |
A25723 | In short spare so many things that are both pleasant and precious in the eyes of the whole earth; for what can you fear from us? |
A25723 | In what can you be serviceable to us? |
A25723 | Is it not likewise by your consent that Decimus, one of the Murderers of my Father, as well as the rest, holds the hither Gaul? |
A25723 | Kept he not a Guard by Night in the City, even about his own House; which yet was only done to warrant him from the Ambushes of his Enemies? |
A25723 | Kept he not armed Men about him for his security, which you your selves appointed? |
A25723 | Or, in fine, was it when he passed that Decree, by which it is prohibited to make Dictators? |
A25723 | Perhaps this time they will keep their Faith, but what Faith, what Treaties, what Oaths have they not violated? |
A25723 | Pray, wherein do we imitate them? |
A25723 | Scipio approved not this so well, yet he asked him again, To whom he gave the third place? |
A25723 | Shall we give it to Masanissa? |
A25723 | They faithfully kept the Peace they granted, after long Wars; and you, against whom we never took up Arms, what is it you complain of? |
A25723 | To whom he answered, We would with all our hearts; but what peace can we make? |
A25723 | WIll you that love the Greeks, ruin a Greek City; and that fight for Liberty, take it from Rhodes that is a Free City? |
A25723 | Were the Women confederate in the Conspiracy, those whom they have taxed with such immense Contributions? |
A25723 | What Impiety, what furious hate against us? |
A25723 | What Inhumanity did you not manifest in this occasion? |
A25723 | What Peace or what Favour have they not repaid with Injury? |
A25723 | What cruelties have you not acted? |
A25723 | What shall I say of the Tribunes of the people, Caesctius and Marullus? |
A25723 | What will the people of Rome? |
A25723 | Whereupon, Cassius embracing him, said; And what Persons of Quality will you take for Companions in so brave an Attempt? |
A25723 | Whereupon, the other again demanded, What if they summon ● s as Pretors, what shall we do then, my Friend? |
A25723 | Whither was the wealth and riches of the Empire brought? |
A25723 | Why did not you head them with Sword and Torch in your Hand? |
A25723 | Why did you not do Justice your self? |
A25723 | Why do we not then with Alacrity declare Anthony our Enemy, who already makes War upon us? |
A25723 | Why expose himself to so many dangers, to raise him to this high Authority? |
A25723 | Why so many Auxiliary Troops of Thracians, Scythians, and so many other Neighboring Nations? |
A25723 | Will they wait for other Colonies and other Lands? |
A25723 | Would you then have these famous Inhumans for your Friends and Allies? |
A25723 | You may if you please wait for the effects; for what mean his great preparations as if the War were already Declared? |
A25723 | and who threatened a Tribune with death that opposed it? |
A25723 | did he not shamefully drive away those Magistrates holy and inviolable? |
A25723 | have we any Elephants? |
A25723 | have we any Ships? |
A25723 | have we not beaten and put to flight our Enemies, cut in pieces their best Companies, and forced their Camp? |
A25723 | or to what end are your Assemblies or your Votes, since they can cancel what you do; and you your selves so easily change your minds? |
A25723 | or when he caused to be arrested and put to death the false Marius, who troubled our Peace; for which he was praised by all the Senate? |
A25723 | or why should I implore his help who has no power to give any? |
A25723 | shall we utterly ruine and raze it, because they took some of our Corn and Shipping, which they are ready to pay for with interest? |
A25723 | to whom did the Receivers give their Accounts? |
A25723 | what fault have we committed? |
A25723 | what part of the Treaty has not been observed, that you so suddenly decreed this War, and bring it to our doors before you declare it? |
A25723 | what will all the people of Italy do? |
A25723 | who broke up the Treasury against our will? |
A25723 | who laid hands on a Fond never any before durst touch? |
A36655 | And Death, like a faint Lust, only stops the Breath: Why like a faint Lust? |
A36655 | And by what Arts was it disclos''d by you? |
A36655 | And now she will huff the Gods in his behalf; what will she not do to save a Man so lusty? |
A36655 | And then what tolerable connexion is there in the words? |
A36655 | And they are winged Messengers of Fire: by this it should appear he shot Bullets; for what else can he mean by Messengers of Fire? |
A36655 | And what is Hell? |
A36655 | And why may not his Nurse too put in for a share, since she suckled the King and his Power? |
A36655 | As if he had been asked, which was safer to beat or to be beaten? |
A36655 | Besides his barbarous Rhime, what can he mean by a Gust hushing all things? |
A36655 | Besides, if he owes the Story to his Lordships hands, why does he pay it to his feet? |
A36655 | Brows that are beaten Black and Blew and Swelled? |
A36655 | But I suppose he means his thoughts out- fly that mighty ▪ Conquerors thoughts; and then wherein? |
A36655 | But does he in that Garb? |
A36655 | But is this all he has to brag of? |
A36655 | But suppose it true, I do not see how she can Crowd up Hell yet; for must all that she kills needs be damned? |
A36655 | But what does he mean by no there? |
A36655 | Can Lust make her a Whore? |
A36655 | Can lust make one lustfull? |
A36655 | Can the looks of Traytors be like Treason? |
A36655 | Can you to Exile then that man enjoine, Whose Soul must, like his Aspect, be Divine? |
A36655 | Cudden? |
A36655 | For how the Devil should Morena know the News She tells Muley Labas, before him? |
A36655 | Has he? |
A36655 | He had not the Emperours signet too? |
A36655 | His Blood, Deare Prince shall pay for shedding thine: Did his Blood shed the others Blood? |
A36655 | How can a thing be controuled that is never resisted? |
A36655 | How can his horrours stain his Honour? |
A36655 | How can one act anothers death? |
A36655 | How confoundedly dost thou entangle thy Brain, and can not wind off it one clean Thread of Sense? |
A36655 | How could Story write? |
A36655 | How did the Iews make such Sacrifices? |
A36655 | How does a Womans rage become unman''d? |
A36655 | How many lives had Mariamne to expose to those thousand Deaths? |
A36655 | I have a Mistress in your Spheare, Forc''d from my Armes By Deaths Alarm''s? |
A36655 | I''st not enough that my dear Lord I slew, But must be Actor and Designer too? |
A36655 | In each? |
A36655 | In the next place why should this Muley Labas steale her away, or, to follow our Authors Bull, ravish her with her own consent? |
A36655 | In what? |
A36655 | Is it a walking or a flying Crown? |
A36655 | Is it not pity now, That grave Religion, and dull sober Law Should the high flights of sporting lovers awe? |
A36655 | Is she to set her mark with her Breath? |
A36655 | Let what be done? |
A36655 | Lovers,& c. — — have Souls that scorn The Guilded VVreaths which swelling Brows adorn What does he mean by Swelling Brows? |
A36655 | Men have ador''d; and have made Offerings To unknown Gods why not to unknown Kings? |
A36655 | No, though I lose my Head; yet what''s the fear of death? |
A36655 | Nothing can expire unless it Breaths first: Does a Colour Breath? |
A36655 | Of all the world who could imagine the Queen Mother should be the Woman? |
A36655 | Oh: Witty Smiles, what can not Smiles do? |
A36655 | Or in Witness that it is sooth, is she to bite the Wax with her Tooth? |
A36655 | Paints Damnation: Damnation is either pain of sense or pain of loss, and can any Man Paint Pain? |
A36655 | Pluto asks, VVhence does thy Courage grow? |
A36655 | Put what is it that he excuses his ● ellow Scriblers of? |
A36655 | Rapes, Murders, Treasons, what has Gold not done? |
A36655 | Reignings a whole life toyle; the work of years, I observe that in the last pages, his Play thickens with non- sense? |
A36655 | Since Prisons no restraint o''re Lust can have Why did I not confine him to a Grave? |
A36655 | Snakes are far from being swift Creatures; and his tortur''d Entrals; If his Entrals were tortured before, why should they be Stung afterwards? |
A36655 | THe King has sign''d it, and Providence has seal''d it; the Deed being sign''d and seal''d, how is his Mother to bind all with Breath? |
A36655 | Take Sanctuary here: where? |
A36655 | That is, what if he should know that I your Mother am Author of your Flight being my Son? |
A36655 | That is; if the World was so old and perfect, whilst it was young, why should it not grow younger, and more perfect now it is old? |
A36655 | Their Soyls? |
A36655 | Then gentle Stranger tell; VVhat Fortune has befell, That brings a Lover down to Hell? |
A36655 | This Play, which for no other merit durst take Sanctuary at your feet, does take Sanctuary at your Feet ▪ If not at your feet, where then? |
A36655 | Twisted Crests I take to be Fustian and non- sense; and why swift Snakes? |
A36655 | VVas it not you that arm''d me to this guilt, Told me I should a Ravishers Blood have spilt? |
A36655 | What Verb governs Rapes, Murders, Treasons? |
A36655 | What a beastly Pattern of a King, whom he intends vertuous, has he shown in his Muley Labas? |
A36655 | What fine whim whams and Conumdrums hast thou in thy Head? |
A36655 | What has my Soul to do With such mean Acts, as my betraying you? |
A36655 | What has my Soul to do with thinking? |
A36655 | What hodge podge does he make here? |
A36655 | What is Death? |
A36655 | What is it to Sail in a Pride? |
A36655 | What is it to attract ones Ears? |
A36655 | What sense? |
A36655 | What, did his hands tell the Story? |
A36655 | Whence Mortal does thy Courage grow, To dare to take a Walk so low? |
A36655 | Whence arises this mighty pride? |
A36655 | Whose Heaven? |
A36655 | Why is not Innocence warm? |
A36655 | Why, what can Ages do more than rob one of all? |
A36655 | Yet what''s the fear of Tortures, Death, Hell? |
A36655 | and in a triumphant Pride? |
A36655 | can Folly make one a Fool? |
A36655 | does he mean your Counsels but weakly lug me by the Ears? |
A36655 | false english for beare: But who ever exposed their lives to a thousand Deaths? |
A36655 | or Beetle Brows? |
A36655 | or did she stake it upon Crimalhazzes Gaunches? |
A36655 | or what reason has she to fall foul upon Nature for unmanning her, who had never made her a man? |
A36655 | what canst thou not do? |
A36655 | what has your fury done? |
A36655 | what if I lose my head? |
A36655 | what turns more strange Can Ages, if an Hour can make such Change? |
A36655 | — Nunquamne reponam, Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri? |
A36655 | — where they fall: pray, Mr. Morocco, to what does they relate? |
A65151 | ''T is true, Madam, you have lost a Husband, but what of that? |
A65151 | A Critick, did I say? |
A65151 | A strange thing this? |
A65151 | ANd is it true Sir, that you have lost your Understanding? |
A65151 | After the Knowledge which I have bad of you, how can I form such an Image of you, as you are willing to give me? |
A65151 | Almost all the Faults which he has discover''d are truly there; Yet who will read Mr. Rym —, or not read Shakespear? |
A65151 | And do you think this Knowledge of it will excuse the Folly? |
A65151 | And dost not thou think that they too have reason to expect the very same thing? |
A65151 | And how happy is the Man who has a Friend so accomplish''d, that Errour in him is Virtue? |
A65151 | And what of him? |
A65151 | But can any thing in the World be so absurd as to surfeit our selves with Cordials when we have not the least Indisposition? |
A65151 | But do you apprehend the Reason? |
A65151 | But if it deceives us in all things abroad, what Disorders and Confusion does it raise at home? |
A65151 | But since your very Suspicion is obliging, what influence must your Kindness have on our Souls? |
A65151 | But tell me truly, Cousin, could you think that I should prove so easie a Creature as to believe all that you have said of me? |
A65151 | But what would you have us do? |
A65151 | But what? |
A65151 | But why should I trouble you with these things, who know them so much better than my self? |
A65151 | But, for God''s sake, what do you mean when you say a Quibble diverts you? |
A65151 | Cou''d he think I cou''d ever prove such a supple Slave, as to sit up all Night to pore over a dull Statute- book? |
A65151 | Dear Madam, CAN you be angry still with your poor Penitent? |
A65151 | Dear Madam, MAy I presume to beg Pardon for the Fault I committed? |
A65151 | Did he chuse to make me his Spouse only to deafen me with impertinent Stories of Executions, Answers, Ejectments, and impertinent Decrees? |
A65151 | For how ridiculous would it be to Tax a Man for having Poetry and Wit, when they are almost always signs, that he has not a Farthing to pay? |
A65151 | For why does he disguise himself? |
A65151 | From whence, and whither am I fallen? |
A65151 | Have I left all the World for you, and could you resolve to leave the World without me; Nay, without so much as giving me the least Notice of it? |
A65151 | How can I Fancy you to be that little Creature you say you are? |
A65151 | How could I comprehend that Heaven could place such mighty things in so small a space? |
A65151 | How many Men have you made guilty of Perjury, and made them forsake their former Vows, to sacrifice''em to you? |
A65151 | How many noble Engines has it invented? |
A65151 | How often has my Reason been going upon it? |
A65151 | How then could they think that People would be contented to be tax''d for their Nick- names? |
A65151 | How will they be over- power''d then, when the whole Posse is got to Rome? |
A65151 | I know not what this Author can mean by this: For, whom does he pretend to perswade by this fine Assertion? |
A65151 | In fine, We arrived at Paris; and what I am now going to relate, is indeed prodigious: Cou''d you imagine it, my Lord? |
A65151 | In that Retirement what should I not enjoy? |
A65151 | Is any thing more common, than to have a pretended Comedy, stuff''d with such Grotesque Figures, and Farce- Fools? |
A65151 | Johnson, and Shakespear wo nt go down with''em, without these Baubles to recommend''em, and nothing but Farce and Grimaces will go down? |
A65151 | Madam, DId you ever see an Almanack in your Life? |
A65151 | May I presume to beg pardon for a Fault which I can never forgive my self? |
A65151 | On the other side, how absurd would it be to tax him for a bare Want of those Qualities? |
A65151 | Or, why does he repose the last Confidence in Mosca? |
A65151 | Rule may be said to be a Play; what Symmetry of Parts is known to be to a Face? |
A65151 | Show at least some Tenderness to the Man, who never was conquer''d by any Beauty but yours? |
A65151 | Since he has not Assets enough, as far as I can perceive, to discharge the Debt of Matrimony, why should he marry, I wonder, to inslame his Reckoning? |
A65151 | Sometimes, one shall meet with those, who perhaps, innocently enough, but at the same time impertiently, will ask the Question, Why are you not merry? |
A65151 | That this should be spoken at Will''s? |
A65151 | The People gave me some little Applause before; but to whom, when they are in Humour, will they not give it? |
A65151 | Then instead of answering, could I ask such one, Why are you not handsome? |
A65151 | These Metaphors perhaps may seem too daring for Prose; but why may I not be indulg''d to speak in the Poetical Language to a Poet? |
A65151 | To plague them, for what? |
A65151 | To purchase that Pardon, what would I not endure? |
A65151 | WAs there ever so extraordinary a Passion, as that which I have for you? |
A65151 | What Invention of mine would there be in this? |
A65151 | What can not a Day produce? |
A65151 | What is it that he has taken so mortally ill of me? |
A65151 | What makes it look worse in the Parsons than the Poets? |
A65151 | What signifies it tho''she be barren, since her Acres are fruitful? |
A65151 | What tho''she has lost all the Rofes in her Cheeks, she has enough in her Gardens? |
A65151 | When my Friend found the Bargain was now as good as struck, he turn''d about to me; And what do you think now of my Skill in these Affairs? |
A65151 | Where is the White and the Red, and where are the fine Dresses and Compliments that can be put into the Ballance with two compleat Years? |
A65151 | Who knows but that yet I may please you, if you encourage me to mend my Fault? |
A65151 | Who said a Word against them? |
A65151 | Why are you not gay, pleasant, and cheerful? |
A65151 | Why do not we rather hazard the other Extremity, than this which our Misfortune reduces us to? |
A65151 | Why do you persecute me with your Sonnets, and sing under my Windows? |
A65151 | Why does he cause it to be given out that he''s dead? |
A65151 | Why have you given Credit to my Enemies, before you have heard me? |
A65151 | Why have you not black Eyes, and a better Complexion? |
A65151 | Why must you employ your Hands to shew the Passion of your Heart? |
A65151 | Why shou''d Love, that tramples over all Distinctions of Rank and Quality, shew himself a Dastard only in respect to me? |
A65151 | Why then do you give your self and me the unnecessary trouble of so many Serenades? |
A65151 | Will you not pity one that dies every Moment for you? |
A65151 | Yet at the same time you refuse to see me, you refuse to receive my Letters: And must I be condemn''d Unheard? |
A65151 | You accuse me, they say, of some extraordinary Crime: A Crime against whom? |
A65151 | You are in Love with my Husband, and''t is my unhappy Destiny,( But who can resist the God who commands all the rest?) |
A65151 | You can not have the ill Nature, sure? |
A65151 | You have made every thing else indifferent: And can I resolve never to see you more? |
A65151 | You told me in your last, that you were no more Master of your self: Then how should I help Rejoycing at the Restoration of your Liberty? |
A65151 | You, who are cry''d up for so great a Wit, tell me, without Envy, could you ever have thought upon that? |
A65151 | and to whom, when they are Froward will they not refuse it? |
A65151 | have not Thousands done so before you? |
A65151 | or who would not see Virgil thorough me, only the same Trick play''d over again by a bungling Juggler? |
A65151 | the Man that were able to make such a Present, to certain Ladies that shall be nameless, what Favours might he not expect from their Hand? |
A65151 | — is no more? |
A28873 | After Mass was ended, he look''d round him, and not seeing him for whom he search''d, What is become of my Host? |
A28873 | After the ordinary embracements, which were more tender than ever, he enquir''d if none were sick within the Colledge? |
A28873 | Ah what profits it a Man to gain the Vniverse, and lose his Soul? |
A28873 | All agreed this was fair, and Fucarandono himself, desir''d Xavier to shew cause, why he and his Companions, spoke evil of the Deities of the Country? |
A28873 | And for what reason answer''d Annez? |
A28873 | And how cou''d he imprint the Principles of the Divine Law into their Hearts, who had not the least sence of Humanity? |
A28873 | And shall it then be said, That Charity is less daring than Avarice? |
A28873 | And what do you imagine wou''d become of you, said the holy man, supposing you shou''d be kill''d in this action, and in the condition you now are? |
A28873 | And what has been the merit of their Descendants, that they shou''d be more favourably treated than their Predecessours? |
A28873 | Are there any Hearts hard enough to resist the Influences of the Most High, when it pleases him to soften and to change them? |
A28873 | Being answer''d, that he was already in open Sea; what cou''d urge him, continu''d he, to so prompt a resolution? |
A28873 | Being one day together, and talking familiarly, Xavier ask''d Annez, if the year had been good for the Portugal Merchants? |
A28873 | But Xavier upbraided him with his distrust of God; and said smiling to him, What are you so dejected for so slight an accident? |
A28873 | But what profits it to have escap''d the Sword, when they must dye of hunger? |
A28873 | But what victory can Truth obtain, over Souls which find their interest in following Errour; and who make profession of deceiving the common people? |
A28873 | But, what can the Demons, and their Ministers do against me? |
A28873 | For can there be a more cruel death, than to live without Jesus Christ, after once we have tasted of him? |
A28873 | For the rest, said they, what have we more to fear this day, than we had yesterday? |
A28873 | For what scandal shou''d I give, by flying hence, to my new Converts? |
A28873 | He sent for them before him, and ask''d them in the face of all his Nobles, of what Country they were, and what business brought them to Iapan? |
A28873 | How, Father Francis, said the Pilot, are you fearful with so fair a Wind? |
A28873 | If I shou''d happen to die by their Hands, who knows but all of them might receive the Faith? |
A28873 | If our Evil be as ● ncient as the World, said he subtilly, why did God let so many Ages pass away, without giving it a remedy? |
A28873 | In consequence of this, he desir''d to be inform''d, from whence the Cross deriv''d that Vertue? |
A28873 | Is any thing more hard, than to abandon him, that we may satisfy our own inclinations? |
A28873 | Let all the Powers of Hell break loose upon me, I despise them, provided God be on my side; for if he be for us, who shall be against us? |
A28873 | Might they not take occasion from it, to violate their promises to God, when they shou''d find me wanting to the duty of my Ministry? |
A28873 | Ought not I to seal it with my Blood, and to publish it by my death, that all men are bound to sacrifice their Blood and Lives to this God of Mercies? |
A28873 | Shall then the Isle del Moro be the only place, which shall receive no benefit of Redemption? |
A28873 | The Grand Vicar, Iohn Suarez who bore him company to the Ship, ask''d him by the way, if he had taken leave of the Governour? |
A28873 | The Holy Ghost who by her means had decreed to save that People, touch''d her inwardly; insomuch, that being ask''d, if she believ''d in Jesus Christ? |
A28873 | The Saint desir''d them to send him word, who they were, from whence bound, and how soon they intended to return? |
A28873 | The Saint walking one day, through the Streets, happen''d to meet a Portuguese of his acquaintance; and immediately ask''d him, how he was in health? |
A28873 | The Saint, who perceiv''d whither the discourse tended, ask''d him very civilly, of what age he might be? |
A28873 | They added haughtily, that''t is true he was a King; but what a kind of King was a profane Man? |
A28873 | This being done, I repeated the C ● eed singly; and insisting on every particular Article, ask''d if they certainly believ''d it? |
A28873 | To what degree did th ● se first men sin, to become unworthy of such a favour? |
A28873 | What make you there, he secretly whispers, see you not that you do but lose your labour? |
A28873 | What make you ● ere, where all things are at quiet? |
A28873 | What testimony do you desire from me, of those truths which I have declar''d to you? |
A28873 | What therefore will become of them, when they rise up against their Sects, and reprehend their Vices? |
A28873 | Where are those people, said he, who dare to confine the Power of Almighty God? |
A28873 | Why did he not descend from Heaven, and make himself Man, to redeem humane kind, by his death and sufferings, as soon as ever Man was guilty? |
A28873 | Why has 〈 ◊ 〉 suffer''d us to live in blindness, and this Bonza of Portugal to receive these wonderful illuminations? |
A28873 | Wretched creature, said the Father to him, what had become of thee, if thou ● ● dst dy''d of this fall? |
A28873 | Xavier went one day to visit him about Dinner time: Are you willing, said the Father, that we shou''d begin an acquaintance by dining together? |
A28873 | Xavier, who knew nothing of this misfortune, ask''d him the reason of his sorrow? |
A28873 | and after that, what will become of our Families, whose only subsistence is from the offerings which are made to the Pagods? |
A28873 | and besides, what can we justly apprehend, who have no other aim than the Glory of God, and Jesus Christ? |
A28873 | and have so mean an apprehension of our Saviour''s Love and Grace? |
A28873 | and how are you able to endure the sight of her? |
A28873 | and if she desir''d to be Baptiz''d? |
A28873 | and to whom can we have recourse besides him? |
A28873 | and what Rivers of blood, are making inundations on all sides of thee? |
A28873 | and whither is he dragg''d by his unhappy destiny? |
A28873 | but what wou''d not the Neighbouring Provinces attempt, to revenge the injury done to their Divinities? |
A28873 | is it not because the Atoghia, has once formerly sprung a Leak? |
A28873 | the Preaching of the Gospel, and the Salvation of Souls? |
A28873 | the only place where the sacred Mysteries of the Gods are explicated? |
A28873 | unhappy Island, with how many Carcasses do I behold thee cover''d? |
A28873 | was it for him to be the Arbiter of Religion, and to judge the Gods? |
A28873 | were you not advis''d to leave Malacca, and return to Portugal? |
A28873 | why did he not expect the Ship which comes from Canton? |
A36624 | A Man might say, says one: the very same Demand might well be made, another cries, Of Fate; and how it got, from Fame, such Eyes? |
A36624 | ASK not the Cause, why sullen Spring So long delays her Flow''rs to bear; Why warbling Birds forget to sing, And Winter Storms invert the Year? |
A36624 | Am I that wretched thing, a Widow left? |
A36624 | And art thou she, whom I have sought around The World, and have at length so sadly found? |
A36624 | And the same Figure do not I advance, When I protest, I saw a thing by Chance? |
A36624 | And wherefore Sprinkled with the gushing bloud? |
A36624 | And why receiv''d not I his last Command? |
A36624 | And why the Shepherd by the Altar stood? |
A36624 | And with rich Spices feed thy Altar''s flame: Why do we yearly Rites for thee prepare, Who tak''st of our affairs so little Care? |
A36624 | Are Manuals useful to a Saint? |
A36624 | Are not D''Espreaux and Corneile paid For Panegyrick writing? |
A36624 | Are our Auxiliary Forces turn''d our Enemies? |
A36624 | As therefore from the Altar they retir''d, Our Gen''ral of the Native Prince enquir''d, To what dread Power these Off''rings did belong? |
A36624 | BUT wherefore all this pother about Fame? |
A36624 | But is he therefore found? |
A36624 | By J. H. Welcome thou glorious Spring of light, and heat, Where hast thou made thy long Retreat? |
A36624 | CAn there be Gods? |
A36624 | CEtte Anne si belle, THis Anna so Fair, Qu''on vante sifort, So talk''d of by Fame, Pourquoy ne vient Elle? |
A36624 | Can neither Injuries of Time, or Age, Damp thy Poetick Heat, and quench thy Rage? |
A36624 | Can we a fitting Present make For us to give, or These to take? |
A36624 | Can we e''re hope thou shou''d''st be true, Whom we have found so often base? |
A36624 | Can you to such mean ends as these employ The gifts by Nature''s bounty you enjoy? |
A36624 | Colts are skittish; but the Dam,( Once a Colt) is still and tame: Reverend Dotards, why so wise? |
A36624 | Did not the fair Briseis heretofore With powerful Charms subdue? |
A36624 | Does the Ivy undermine the Oke, which supports its weakness? |
A36624 | For not coming away? |
A36624 | For what other Reason have I spent my Life in so unprofitable a Study? |
A36624 | Grant but the Blessing freely, and you may An everlasting Obligation lay; But where''s the mighty favour, when we pay? |
A36624 | Great God of Love, why hast thou made A Face that can all Hearts command, That all Religions can invade, And change the Laws of ev''ry Land? |
A36624 | HE''s gone, and was it then by your Decree, Ye envious Powers, that we shou''d only see This Copy of your own Divinity? |
A36624 | Has Fate''s dark Store a Plague yet left, which we Have not sustain''d ev''n to Extremity? |
A36624 | Have lovely Faces need of Paint? |
A36624 | Have they not Hearts? |
A36624 | He has indeed shown us some of those Imperfections in him, which are incident to Humane Kind: But who had not rather be that Homer than this Scaliger? |
A36624 | He reigns: how long? |
A36624 | How far have we Prophan''d thy Heav''nly Gift of Poesy? |
A36624 | How long, Great Poet, shall thy Sacred Lays, Provoke our Wonder, and transcend our Praise? |
A36624 | I burn''d and rag''d before — what then are these, But Flames on Flames, and Waters to the Seas? |
A36624 | I saw him not, when in the pangs of Death, Nor did my Lips receive his latest breath; Why held he not to me his dying hand? |
A36624 | If they could compass their intent, what wou''d Wit and Learning get by such a change? |
A36624 | If with another''s Arms so keen you fight, How will your own well- pointed Satire bite? |
A36624 | Is it not Air, an empty Fume, A Fire that does it self consume? |
A36624 | Is''t not enough that unconcern''d you see,( Vain Witnesses for Truth, for Faith, for me,) Such an affront put on Divinity? |
A36624 | Julius Scaliger, wou''d needs turn down Homer, and Abdicate him, after the possession of Three Thousand Years: Has he succeeded in his Attempt? |
A36624 | Make Venus to her Son serve every day, And drudge i''th''meanest Offices, for pay? |
A36624 | Now tell me, Criticks, do not all the Wise Profess that which they see, they see with Eyes? |
A36624 | OFT the Reverend Dotards cry, Why so loving, Daphnis, why? |
A36624 | Or shall I rather think your Deity With envious Eyes our thriving Stock did see? |
A36624 | Or thought ye it surpassing Human State, To have a Blessing lasting as''t was Great? |
A36624 | Or why shou''d Hymen lift his Torch on high, To see two Brides in cold Embraces lye? |
A36624 | Our likeness is but Misery; Why shou''d I toil to propagate Another thing as vile as I? |
A36624 | S — But why, in lasie Numbers, do we bind Our thoughts? |
A36624 | S — Wou''d you then know how much you''re welcome here? |
A36624 | SINCE all must certainly to Death resign, Why should we make it dreadful, or repine? |
A36624 | Say why shou''d the collected Main It self within it self contain? |
A36624 | Seeing aright, we see our Woes, Then what avails it to have Eyes? |
A36624 | Shall Hector, born to War, his Birth- right yield, Belie his Courage and forsake the Field? |
A36624 | Shall I relate what I my self beheld, Where Ollius stream with gentle plenty swell''d? |
A36624 | Shou''d I be snatch''d from hence, and thou remain, Without relief, or Partner of thy pain, How cou''d''st thou such a wretched Life sustain? |
A36624 | Soon I shall lie in Death''s deep Ocean drown''d: Is Mercy there; is sweet Forgiveness found? |
A36624 | That was not first to savage Arms a Prey, And do''s not yet more savage Laws obey? |
A36624 | The World, why should not Dreams of Poets take, As well as Prophets who but dream awake? |
A36624 | Themes, no more shall move, Nor any thing but what''s of high import: And what''s of high import, but Love? |
A36624 | Thyrsis, how shall humble Swains, As thou and I, perform such strains? |
A36624 | To blame, is easie; to commend, is bold; Yet, if the Muse inspires it, who can hold? |
A36624 | Unriddle me these Mysteries: What is the Soul, the Vital Heat That our mean Frame does animate? |
A36624 | Was''t not enough Andromeda has dy''d, An Expiation for her Mother''s pride? |
A36624 | What Lands thy warmer Beams possest, Whàt happy Indian Worlds thy fruitful Presence blest? |
A36624 | What a Censure has he made of Lucan, that he rather seems to Bark than Sing? |
A36624 | What can we say t''excuse our Second Fall? |
A36624 | What does the* Youth in whose enraged Veins The heat of Love''s distemper''d Fever reigns? |
A36624 | What fence, where poyson''s drawn with vitall Breath, And Father Air the Authour proves of Death? |
A36624 | What further fear of danger can there be, Beauty, which captives all things, sets me free? |
A36624 | What is our breath, the breath of Man, That buoys his Nature up, and does even Life sustain? |
A36624 | What is this Fame, for which our Kings are Slaves? |
A36624 | What labour wou''d it cost them to put in a better Line, than the worst of those which they expunge in a True Poet? |
A36624 | What man can with immortal Pow''rs compare? |
A36624 | What mean these starts? |
A36624 | What meant that languishing infected Throng? |
A36624 | What need of Arms, and Instruments of War, Or battering Engines which destroy from far? |
A36624 | What nook in Thee from barb''rous Rage is freed, And has not seen her captive Children bleed? |
A36624 | What then wou''d he appear in the Harmonious Version, of one of the best Writers, Living in a much better Age than was the last? |
A36624 | What tho''still it farther tend? |
A36624 | Whence should that foul infectious Torment flow, But from the baneful source of all our wo? |
A36624 | Where is thy boasted Empire of the World? |
A36624 | Where now are all thy ancient Glories hurl''d? |
A36624 | Who neglects to back the Horse, Till his Years compute him worse? |
A36624 | Who then will offer Incense at a Shrine? |
A36624 | Who, of her Rev''rend Matrons; will have care? |
A36624 | Who, save her Children from the Rage of War? |
A36624 | Whom do you fly? |
A36624 | Why am I grown Old, in seeking so barren a Reward as Fame? |
A36624 | Why com''st thou, Juno, to these barren Rites, To bless a Bed, defrauded of delights? |
A36624 | Why do n''t she appear? |
A36624 | Why do we thus reproach the Deities? |
A36624 | Why does he order the Diurnal Hours To leave Earth''s other part, and rise in ours? |
A36624 | Why shou''d each animated Star Love the just Limits of its proper Sphere? |
A36624 | Why shou''d each consenting Sign With prudent Harmony combine To keep in order, and gird up the regulated Year? |
A36624 | Why shou''d the constant Sun With measur''d steps his Radiant Journeys run? |
A36624 | Why these Reverend Fooleries? |
A36624 | Why to its Caverns shou''d it sometimes creep, And with delighted Silence sleep On the lov''d Bosom of its Parent Deep? |
A36624 | Why, since the pleasures mutual, shou''d it be To you advantage, and a loss to me? |
A36624 | Wou''d any but a Dog, have made so snarling a Comparison? |
A36624 | and how to be appeas''d, And last what Cure remain''d for the Diseas''d? |
A36624 | how are we beguil''d Dull Bigots to pay Hom''age to thy Name? |
A36624 | must I ever lose those pretty Charms? |
A36624 | que feriez- vous icy? |
A36624 | thou in Woes art nurst; Why were you born? |
A36624 | what Art can teach What human Voice can reach The sacred ORGANS praise? |
A36624 | where can an Infant run? |
A36624 | why are these guiltless Eyes, For her Offence th''attoning Sacrifice? |
A36624 | why shou''d they prevail, Where Duty, Love, and Adoration fail? |
A36624 | why were we hurry''d down This lubrique and adult''rate age,( Nay added fat Pollutions of our own) T''increase the steaming Ordures of the Stage? |
A36624 | — has she not falsly swore? |
A52150 | ''T is well though you spoke Italian, for I should never have known you by your White apron: And D''ee hear? |
A52150 | ( I must make riddance of you, nothing but the same again and again? |
A52150 | 462. a true Inventory? |
A52150 | Admit your Tribe have that way, are you such a fool to confess it? |
A52150 | All that are not Romanists? |
A52150 | Amongst the Lawers? |
A52150 | And pray, are there not? |
A52150 | And so I think you do I. O. no great Courtesie neither, in repeating nothing of him but his asking what was become of the old Plea of Ius Divinum? |
A52150 | And would you have us do as the Pope does? |
A52150 | And you now Mr. Bayes will think these and a hundred more which I could tell you,( what a deal of rif- raf is in thy poor Noddle?) |
A52150 | Bayes had said the King may define the significations of words: You say, When he was drawn thus low,& c. How low? |
A52150 | Besides, who can accuse you for either Preacher or Disputant? |
A52150 | Britches again: So often fumbling with them? |
A52150 | But do these two deserve to be brought to confront one another as contraries; or does either confess the Accusation? |
A52150 | But he has taken all the Posts of Rayling: The Posts of Rayling? |
A52150 | But is there no more? |
A52150 | But it was a most presumptuous thing to think he could perswade and fascinate( are these two all one? |
A52150 | But le''ts see, what are thy Reasons? |
A52150 | But let''s see, what''s next? |
A52150 | But let''s see, who have we next? |
A52150 | But let''s see; what is the mischief the Author is going to do? |
A52150 | But no sooner Married, but presently grow''s Iealous; but of what think you? |
A52150 | But now, breath a little, here ● some variety: He falls upon Bayes again; and for what do you think? |
A52150 | But passing this, what News? |
A52150 | But still, what manner of wit is there in this? |
A52150 | But the Church of Rome has so much more wit then we had in Bishop Br ● ● hal''s dayes, or seem to have yet learned: Whom do you mean here by We? |
A52150 | But thou art grown very dull, Trans,( I observe) of late; thou hast not met the Parson again since at the Ordinary, hast thou? |
A52150 | But to something else: Doctor P. yet again? |
A52150 | But when he was drawn thus low, did he not think you stand in need of Tilting? |
A52150 | But why should you make a conscience( if any holds it lawful to rail) to convince him by Scripture that it is not? |
A52150 | But will he eat your Children Trans? |
A52150 | But would the Popes Arsonal be so kind? |
A52150 | Ca n''t you call whom you please Sir Roger without calling whoever is a Divine a Sir Iohn Daw? |
A52150 | Ca n''t you let that Book alone? |
A52150 | Call you this Catching him in a Dilemma? |
A52150 | Can the Clergy help that? |
A52150 | Can you tell me where a man may buy a piece of Red Scarlet to make a Coat for his outward back? |
A52150 | Did I Bardol? |
A52150 | Do''st thou take I. O. to be the Preface to Bishop Bramhall? |
A52150 | Does he call them any where Controversial Fishes? |
A52150 | Does not the King go in Masquerade sometimes? |
A52150 | Follow Henry the Fourth his Example? |
A52150 | For that will be as good as a What cheer? |
A52150 | Go Bayes, go; what do you Dispute with a Durty face? |
A52150 | He continues; And here I can not altogether escape the mentioning of I. O. again: Is this Going on to the Preface? |
A52150 | How shall I do to crowd in all into five lines? |
A52150 | How simply do you next sneer at such things for Flowers as are printed in Books in distinct Characters? |
A52150 | How, if you had begun thus? |
A52150 | How? |
A52150 | How? |
A52150 | However would you forsake the Church for this? |
A52150 | I have heard there was a certain Counsellor, that when he had pleaded a long while the Iudge asked him, who he was for, Plaintif or Defendent? |
A52150 | I must take you out by my ● roth: What''s your Dance? |
A52150 | I never heard so much said for the C ● ● dit of Geese, before: Are Geese brains so much better settled then, then ours? |
A52150 | I thought I should smoke you: Is it come to this in truth? |
A52150 | Ieer the whole Reformation? |
A52150 | Is not that very well now? |
A52150 | Is not your own Book full of them? |
A52150 | Is that it? |
A52150 | Is your Design to Convince, or to Pose us? |
A52150 | It is not that where he distinguishes betwixt Idola Tribus and Idola Specus, is it? |
A52150 | Iuvenal? |
A52150 | Merry ar''t say''st thou? |
A52150 | Mr. Bayes his Hiccough: Well said; hast thou any skill in that? |
A52150 | Must he be put in a pit- hole,& have his Ashes consecrated,& all for the Hiccough? |
A52150 | No remedy? |
A52150 | Now if after all you commend this Text as in order to its proving our Ceremonies to be Sacraments: You give your self the, what i st? |
A52150 | Now would any one believe that this man had read St. Thomas? |
A52150 | O ●, most every body that goes to Law or to Plow hereafter be judg''d a Fanatick? |
A52150 | Oh, are you come? |
A52150 | Or is it still a Iesting matter? |
A52150 | Or is it upon any other score that thou art thus down? |
A52150 | Or would you have every Prince enjoy such as were Sarnadapalus''s? |
A52150 | Or your own, and Mrs. Abigails — For take his 〈 … 〉 and pluck them out; but let''s see, what Joyn ● does he begin at? |
A52150 | Ponite ante oculos: I do not ask onely( Harry) where thou spendest thy time, but also in what Company? |
A52150 | Pray, what ● s the meaning of Impudent Modesty? |
A52150 | Prethee Trans: — N''a il pas a Paris des Filoux Et de Mine,& de Taille aussi bonne que vous? |
A52150 | Prethee if Bayes himself does know it, what''s that to us? |
A52150 | Prethee who defends this Military part of Religion? |
A52150 | Quis unquam Herculem vituper avit? |
A52150 | Should they now ever and anon have been Rallying Moses for his Condescentions? |
A52150 | Since you an so well versed amongst the Booksellers, Pray what''s the price of an Answer that contains only a Question? |
A52150 | So — But now what make you here ▪ Has C ● ris ● ● coverted you to appear against Moral Grace? |
A52150 | Somebody may Transprose Ignoramus shortly at this Rate too, and, then, who knows where the Stone may light at last? |
A52150 | The Author''s Hypochondria,( where''s your hat and your leg to Hudibras?) |
A52150 | The Occasion he again subdivides, but upon the whole upon this Head he asks, Who shall be Iudge? |
A52150 | Then comes — What part did he Play? |
A52150 | To trick up Bishop Bramhal in a yellow Coif, and a Bulls Head? |
A52150 | Toleration, is that a Reward for such an Orator? |
A52150 | Treat thee Quoth a? |
A52150 | Truly Trans, as to his being Draw- can- Sir; I say, for England what if he be? |
A52150 | Was Sardanapalus his Sloth and Effeminacy Innocent Comfort? |
A52150 | Was this the Text he deserv''d Tilting for bringing? |
A52150 | We have searched the Pope''s Person for this Infallibility; but we find him ever and anon asking Placet, or Non placet? |
A52150 | Well, Your business, Abel? |
A52150 | Well, now is it not a great deal more to change a man, then to change a word? |
A52150 | Were this Commending the Author of the Rehearsal Transpros''d? |
A52150 | What art thou doing? |
A52150 | What confute him neither way? |
A52150 | What did you write this Strain by your self all alone? |
A52150 | What does not he sc ● ap ● up? |
A52150 | What ne''r a word? |
A52150 | What should one talk further to a Corollary- maker for? |
A52150 | What time of day is it? |
A52150 | What would you give for a Publick Tooth drawer now? |
A52150 | What''s here, a third too? |
A52150 | What, ar''t a Taylor? |
A52150 | Where''s the Nostrum you kept so close in my L. Bacon? |
A52150 | Who is Busbys Scholar that rails against his Master now? |
A52150 | Why Trans, is every thing that is Heroically done applicable to every Body? |
A52150 | Why you have been defying him all this while, have you not? |
A52150 | Why, Mon Pere, hath she shew''d any more Policy then other Princes who have lost half what they had? |
A52150 | Why, does Bayes suspect you to be a Iesuit? |
A52150 | Why, he never confuted you with a Cudgel, did he? |
A52150 | Why, sure you han''t deny''d one another fair Quarter all along Gentlemen, have you? |
A52150 | Why, you have not forsworn ever making an Answer to any thing again have you? |
A52150 | Would it not burst any man now to be cramm''d( like Daniels Idol) with such Pitch and Hair as this? |
A52150 | Would not you have made an Excellent Privy Counsellor? |
A52150 | You do n''t mean to bring your Proofs out of St. Thomas, or St Austin do you? |
A52150 | You object Signing( in Baptism) with the Cross is made a necessary Condition of Church Communion? |
A52150 | You say you could quote a place out of my Lord Verulam to his confusion; why do n''t you? |
A52150 | You talk of Bayes''s miserableness? |
A52150 | Your next Expression of a Daw- Divine derides the Faculty( what needs that?) |
A52150 | and is not he then a Turk, or a Spaniard, or Bishop Bramball, or what he please? |
A52150 | are you Begging? |
A52150 | are you ● o near? |
A52150 | but if they were, how horribly is all thou hast said swell''d with Lies? |
A52150 | had they not as good have told him in Plain Hebrew that, the Hardness of their Hearts had been too Hard for Him? |
A52150 | if the Elogies were not true, what hurt would the swelling of Truth have done Bayes? |
A52150 | ne''r a miracle ex vita Sancti Patricii, or Pallas to turn him into a Banques,( smelling to Bread cures sneezing) to help the Hiccough? |
A52150 | or rather, how shall I do to finish five good ones out on''t? |
A52150 | or what would''st thou do? |
A52150 | what have we hear? |
A52150 | will it sell best there? |
A52150 | would you serve him as the Wench serv''d her Master, and onely shew him Le trou par ou a passe son Vin? |
A52150 | you would discourage us that way from Patronizing this ▪ Cause any further if you could, would you? |
A52150 | — Quis talia fando, Mirmidonum Dolopumve,& c. — Temperet a lachrymis? |
A59328 | A Subject and a King on one Throne is unusual? |
A59328 | And how many things do all these amount to, but Water and Ships? |
A59328 | And if he finds fault with this expression, how will he be reconciled with such a one as this? |
A59328 | And who then are they who have a less God like Power than Beauty? |
A59328 | And why moved? |
A59328 | And why not? |
A59328 | And why? |
A59328 | Because they we ● ● equals must there be an absolute necessity of her Fathers consent? |
A59328 | But for his next Objection,[ Riddle my riddle, can Courage become Cowardise, or Immortality mortal,] What pretty Sophistry is this? |
A59328 | But how is it Blasphemy to understand a thing? |
A59328 | But if his Conquering his Mistress be not Heroick what is this? |
A59328 | But since he was so overseen, we''l ask him in whose way does Fate set commanding Beauty? |
A59328 | But the Author of the Play was more unkind to his Heroe, to deny e''m appearance: But how does she accuse him of Ravishing her? |
A59328 | But then how came[ that which from] hi ● her which he says is a soft Line for a song? |
A59328 | But then how does Crimalhaz say Immortality becomes mortal? |
A59328 | But then why Fleeces? |
A59328 | But then why does Muly Labas his Father put his Son in Prison at his return? |
A59328 | But then why is the single zeal of her soul that which two souls bear? |
A59328 | But then[ can thoughts be carried up in Smoak? |
A59328 | But where is the fault in saying the Prophets Breath in his Sacred Laws pronounces death on such or such an offender? |
A59328 | But why think on a fact? |
A59328 | CAsting my Eye upon a Pamphlet entitled Notes and Observations on the Empress of Morocco; and finding no Authors name to it, I used my best indeavour? |
A59328 | Call my Physicians, a Physitian is very useful to a dead man] Why since he is kill''d? |
A59328 | Can not my Tears nor Prayers your heart o''recome? |
A59328 | Can not thy Malicious Pamphlet be nonsensical but nonsence must be Malice? |
A59328 | Can you to Exile then that Man enjoyn, Whose Soul must, like his Aspect, be Divine? |
A59328 | Dares a weak Animal of Mortal Race, A ● ● ront a God ● his Face; And of a Crime impeach a Deity? |
A59328 | Did ever man make so many stumbles in so little a way? |
A59328 | Did he drop from the Clouds] what does this Critick take a Seraglio for, a Pest- House: a building set out of the Common walk of mankind? |
A59328 | Did the Chariots conquer? |
A59328 | Did the Fire blow the Guns up into the Air, or was every Corn of Powder a wing''d Messenger? |
A59328 | Did they steer themselves? |
A59328 | Does this grave Scribler that talks so much of judgment, make an expression of two lines a Character? |
A59328 | Dull Husband as you are —"What can your Love, or what your Honour be?" |
A59328 | Dull Man, what has my Soul to do In such mean Acts as my betraying you? |
A59328 | First let me ask him if Mens sins do not damn them; and then when sins are committed before men dye, or after death? |
A59328 | From him? |
A59328 | From whom? |
A59328 | Hadst thou Brains in thy Head, dear Heart, when thou couldst talk of writing Volumes, and labour like Mons Parturiens with no more then this? |
A59328 | Hic Elegos? |
A59328 | His Eyes no object met but Skies? |
A59328 | How could any fellow but Notes ask such a question? |
A59328 | How dare you, Rebel, with things sacred sport: Ravish the Mother, and the Daughter Court? |
A59328 | How did you contrive his death? |
A59328 | How died the King, how did the poyson take? |
A59328 | How indeed? |
A59328 | How is the sentence past after the Execution? |
A59328 | How kill''d? |
A59328 | How often do expressions of this kind signify Eyes and inclination too? |
A59328 | How ▪ Three to One thought I? |
A59328 | How, does he say''t is no Hell? |
A59328 | If Pluto had ended there, it had been something: But put in to dare to take a walk so low; and then examine the connexion? |
A59328 | If he will admit of no Allegories why does he make e''m? |
A59328 | If infant times had a great perfection, why may not riper Ages have a greater? |
A59328 | If it had been from the reflection which those Currents make: If the Currents made the reflection, why was it not made before the Ships came? |
A59328 | Impune ergo mihi recitaverit ille Togatas? |
A59328 | In what? |
A59328 | In witness it is s ● ● th, is she to bite the wax with her Tooth, or to puff the Parchment into his hands? |
A59328 | Is he so? |
A59328 | Is it not English for a Creditour to say to a Debtour, Pay me my debt? |
A59328 | Is not the loss of his honour, interest, and power, enough to make him infamous, low, and contemned without the divulging his Crime? |
A59328 | Let the question be answered out of the Authors words, by what taught Allegiance? |
A59328 | Loose what? |
A59328 | More what? |
A59328 | Now wherein is his fault in desiring to appear guilty for the saving of a Kings Honour? |
A59328 | Or is all Discourse but telling news nonsense? |
A59328 | Rape ●, Murders, Treasons — what has Gold not done? |
A59328 | Since Prisons no restraint o''re Lust can have, Why did I not confine him to a grave? |
A59328 | Suppose one man should say what a Clock is it, and another, what time of day is it, are their Characters the same then? |
A59328 | The will of you who commit, and then let him examine the propriety of the English; Is not[ your will] and[ the will of you] the same thing? |
A59328 | They might break open the old Emperors Closet, and Seize his Turbat and his Robes, and dress Crimalhaz in his habit, is that setting up for a King? |
A59328 | Was it not you that arm''d me to this guilt, Told me I should a Ravishers blood have spilt? |
A59328 | Well, but for ought Mr. Commentatour knows, he might be her husband for all this: But then how could he wrong her when she consented to it? |
A59328 | What Miracle of honour has fate sent? |
A59328 | What a wry faced contradiction is here? |
A59328 | What actions? |
A59328 | What are no wonders? |
A59328 | What does he take a Throne for, a Wooden Horse, or a Ioint Stool? |
A59328 | What does he take inhabiting for, sitting lying and sleeping? |
A59328 | What if he did know it before, is Orpheus his upbraiding him of what he had done nonsense? |
A59328 | Which Muly Labas, does he mean, Muly Labas in the Play, or Muly Labas in the Notes; he of the Poets making, or the Commentatours? |
A59328 | Who says this? |
A59328 | Why did Solyman strangle Mustapha? |
A59328 | Why did they ever shake e''m before? |
A59328 | Why does the Poet inf ● r that no Gold can be given to a Pious use but stamp''d money? |
A59328 | Why it learns from another? |
A59328 | Why look ye, Gentlemen, was ever more solid reason given, could an Oracle have spoken better? |
A59328 | Why must Chains be worse than tortures? |
A59328 | Why must Favours be always gifts? |
A59328 | Why must these Mountains at Land be thrown into the Sea? |
A59328 | Why must[ the great,] be meant great Links? |
A59328 | Why something like Blewish mists? |
A59328 | Why such storms as one shower? |
A59328 | Why the scorching Sun? |
A59328 | Why? |
A59328 | Why[ fly o''re Fields] dear heart, but to make up a Rhime? |
A59328 | Would''st thou have had her call''d them Tragick or Pastoral? |
A59328 | Yet what''s the fear of Tortures, Death, Hell? |
A59328 | Your Love and Honour? |
A59328 | [ And why a faint Lust? |
A59328 | [ But Muly Hamet says nothing in his defence to the purpose,] what should he say? |
A59328 | [ But how are they Messengers of Fire? |
A59328 | [ But, why swift Snakes? |
A59328 | [ Can the looks of Traytours be like Treason? |
A59328 | [ Can thoughts go up in Smoak, or be Baked or Roasted?] |
A59328 | [ Here Morena repents of her hard ● argain,] and why? |
A59328 | [ Here his Old Emperour is a brave Prince, and why? |
A59328 | [ Here is no manner of sense?] |
A59328 | [ How can a thing be controuled that is never resisted?] |
A59328 | [ In each? |
A59328 | [ Nothing can expire unless it breath first, does a colour breath?] |
A59328 | [ Pluto asks, whence does thy Courage grow? |
A59328 | [ Pray answer me one civil question: how could he be a Murderer before his hand bad toucht her sacred breast?] |
A59328 | [ Their 〈 ◊ 〉? |
A59328 | [ Thou wretched Blunderhead how confoundedly dost thou intangle thy Brain, and can not wind off it one clear thred of sense?] |
A59328 | [ What need he put on a borrow''d shape after he had escaped all eyes] Was ever such an Impertinent question aske? |
A59328 | [ What sense? |
A59328 | [ Whose Heaven? |
A59328 | [ how can Smiles guild a storm?] |
A59328 | [ where they fall] to what does[ they] relate? |
A59328 | a ● d of what Princes is it Blasphemy to name, but of such as her self, and what she had commi ● ted? |
A59328 | and bear what? |
A59328 | and divide what? |
A59328 | are there not enough there already? |
A59328 | does not the Play tell him why? |
A59328 | fear what? |
A59328 | no''t is none — What have th''high''r Powers to do but to take care, Of so much Vertue and a Face so Fair? |
A59328 | were they Woollen Clouds? |
A59328 | what doest thou think of[ time is expir''d] does time breath? |
A59328 | what has she to do in this exigence to refl ● ct ● on the good deeds of Princes? |
A59328 | what is the Substantive after[ you are] and what is the Verb — after[ you shall?] |
A59328 | what turns more strange Can Ages, if an hour can make such Change? |
A59328 | — Can he think so soul A thought as Treason harbours in his Soul Which does Morena''s Sacred Image bear? |
A59328 | — How vast a Circle does thy Magick take? |
A59328 | —[ But how does her poyson''d Husband deserve a blow, and why does her murdered Son deserve another?] |
A36610 | ''T is evident the injury is mine; For why should you my secret thoughts divine? |
A36610 | ''T is fatal to refuse her, or obey: But where is our excuse? |
A36610 | ''T is true; my own unhappiness I see: But who, alas, can my Physician be? |
A36610 | A Prince, who at your feet is proud to dye? |
A36610 | Ah, Sir, how can you so inhumane be? |
A36610 | Alas, what aid can my weak hand afford; You see I tremble when I touch a sword? |
A36610 | Almah Would you so soon, what you have rais''d, throw down? |
A36610 | Am I alas, a foe for you to fear? |
A36610 | Am I less pleasing then I was before, Or is the insolent Almanzor, more? |
A36610 | Am I your foe? |
A36610 | And can I fall so low to be despis''d? |
A36610 | And have you summon''d Ozmyn to appear? |
A36610 | And how,( then murmur''d in a bigger tone, Another voice) and how should it be known? |
A36610 | And is''t not better in your Nuptial Bed To have a living lover than a dead? |
A36610 | And of what Marble do you think me made? |
A36610 | And what correctness, after this, can be expected from Shakespear or from Fletcher, who wanted that Learning and Care which Iohnson had? |
A36610 | And what is Honour, but a Love well hid? |
A36610 | And what the meaning of that naked sword? |
A36610 | And when did I my pow''r so far resigne, That you should regulate each Look of mine? |
A36610 | And who, henceforth, to our defence will come, If death must be the brave Almanzors doom? |
A36610 | And with what dangers are you threaten''d here? |
A36610 | And would you all that secret joy of mind Which great Souls onely in great actions find, All that, for one tumultuous Minute loose? |
A36610 | Are these the termes? |
A36610 | Are you pursu''d, and do you thus delay To save your self? |
A36610 | Are, then, my Services no higher priz''d? |
A36610 | Art thou so soon, to pardon murder, won? |
A36610 | Believe, old Man, that I her father knew: What else should make Almanzor, kneel to you? |
A36610 | But Almanzor is tax''d with changing sides: And what tye has he on him to the contrary? |
A36610 | But are we foes? |
A36610 | But if I loose it, must I loose you too? |
A36610 | But what affair this vent''rous visit drew? |
A36610 | But why thus long do you her name conceale? |
A36610 | But, Duke of Arcos, say, how was he slain? |
A36610 | But, Madam, Is not yours a greater Guilt To ruine him who has that Fabrique built? |
A36610 | But, Madam, can I goe and leave you here? |
A36610 | But, since you fight for an unthankful King, What loss of Fame can change of parties bring? |
A36610 | By this — will you not give me leave to swear? |
A36610 | Can Vertue, then, admit of his return? |
A36610 | Can he be innocent who kill''d my son? |
A36610 | Can you be merciful to that degree As to forgive my Fathers faults in me? |
A36610 | Can you e''re hope to be believ''d again? |
A36610 | Can you leave me for life and liberty? |
A36610 | Can you so ill requite the life I owe To reckon her, who gave it, still your foe? |
A36610 | Can you think this, and would you go away? |
A36610 | Can you this pressing, and these Tears withstand? |
A36610 | Could she a brothers death forgive to me, And can not you forget her family? |
A36610 | Dar''st thou see faults: and yet dost Love pretend? |
A36610 | Dare you, what Sence and Reason prove, deny? |
A36610 | Did I''ere promise to receive your Love? |
A36610 | Did he my freedome to his life prefer, And shall I we d Almanzor''s Murderer? |
A36610 | Did you, according, to my orders, write? |
A36610 | Do you, then, think I can with patience, see That sov''raign good possest, and not by me? |
A36610 | For where, alas, should we our flight begin? |
A36610 | For why should I expose my life and yours, For what, you say, a little time assures? |
A36610 | For, otherwise, what can be more easy for me, than to defend the character of Almanzor, which is one great exception that is made against the Play? |
A36610 | Give me not cause to think you mock my grief: What place have I, but this, for my relief? |
A36610 | Grant that it did in her a pity show, But would my Son be pity''d by a foe? |
A36610 | Has my dear Lord some new affliction had? |
A36610 | Have I done any thing that makes him sad? |
A36610 | Have I not answered all you can invent Ev''n the least shadow of an Argument? |
A36610 | Have you a Grief, and must not I have part? |
A36610 | His other Comedies are not exempted from them: will you give me leave to name some few? |
A36610 | How can I think you love me, while I see That trophee of a Rivals Victory? |
A36610 | How dare you claim my faith, and break your own? |
A36610 | I fain would ask, ere I proceed in this, If, as by choice, you are by promise, his? |
A36610 | I fear to ask, yet would from doubt be freed, Is Selin Captive, Sir, or is he dead? |
A36610 | I finde you come to quarrel with me now: Would you know more of me then I allow? |
A36610 | I scarcely can believe the words I hear: Could you so coursly Treat my Officer? |
A36610 | I see there''s somewhat which you fear to tell; Speak quickly, Ozmyn, is my father well? |
A36610 | If his unkindness have deserv''d that Curse, Must I for loving well be punish''d worse? |
A36610 | Ingrateful Maid, did I for this rebel? |
A36610 | Is Fool or Coward writ upon my face? |
A36610 | Is it my fault you are not fortunate? |
A36610 | Is this a time for discord or for grief? |
A36610 | Is this th''Almanzor whom at Fez you knew, When first their swords the Xeriff Brothers drew? |
A36610 | Is this the humble way you were to move? |
A36610 | Justice distributes to each man his right, But what she gives not should I take by might? |
A36610 | Madam,( because I would all doubts remove,) Wou''d you, were I a King, accept my Love? |
A36610 | Must I, then, kill Benzaida, or must loose? |
A36610 | Must he the spoils of scorn''d Almanzor wear? |
A36610 | My Light will sure discover those who talk; — Who dares to interrupt my private Walk? |
A36610 | My Lord the Prince Abdalla, is it you? |
A36610 | My Love is languishing and sterv''d to death, And would you give me charity, in breath? |
A36610 | No man has more contempt than I, of breath; But whence hast thou the right to give me death? |
A36610 | Now Abdemelech, is my brother dead? |
A36610 | Now, if any ask me, whence it is that our conversation is so much refin''d? |
A36610 | Of such a deed vvhat price can there be made? |
A36610 | Once more Almanzor, tell me, am I free? |
A36610 | Or, what obedience hop''st thou to be pay''d From one who first her father disobey''d? |
A36610 | Remember the great Act you did this day: How did your Love to Vertue then give way? |
A36610 | Say for what end you thus in armes appear: What are your names, and what demand you here? |
A36610 | Say for what end you thus in arms appear? |
A36610 | Since, Almahide, you seem so kind a Wife, What would you do to save a Husbands life? |
A36610 | Suppose your Countrey should in danger be; What would you undertake to set it free? |
A36610 | That tertia of Italians did you guide To take their post upon the River side? |
A36610 | The Christians are dislodg''d; what Foe is near? |
A36610 | The King, like them, is fierce, and faithless too: How can I trust him, who has injur''d you? |
A36610 | Then you would have your reason judge my cause? |
A36610 | Think vvell: is that an Action to be paid? |
A36610 | This do you know, and tempt the danger still? |
A36610 | This suddain change I do not understand; Have you so soon forgot your own Command? |
A36610 | This vertue wou''d even Savages subdue; And shall it want the pow''r to vanquish you? |
A36610 | VVhat, can you be of just revenge afraid? |
A36610 | Well; you declar''d your love:: what follow''d then? |
A36610 | What Councel can this rising storm prevent? |
A36610 | What Orders for admittance do you bring? |
A36610 | What are your names, and what demand you here? |
A36610 | What art thou, Spirit; and what dost thou seek? |
A36610 | What business can this Woman have with me? |
A36610 | What can the cause of all this tumult be? |
A36610 | What face of any title can I bring? |
A36610 | What fury, Zegrys, has possest your minds, What rage the brave Abencerrages blinds? |
A36610 | What hopes, what fears, what transports can it move? |
A36610 | What myst''ry in this strange behaviour lies? |
A36610 | What new misfortune do these Cries presage? |
A36610 | What pleasure can it to a Lover bring? |
A36610 | What precious drops are those Which, silently, each others track pursue, Bright as young Diamonds in their infant dew? |
A36610 | What proof of Duty would you I should give? |
A36610 | What recompence attends me if I stay? |
A36610 | What sadness sits upon your Royal Heart? |
A36610 | What saucy slave so rudely does exclaim, And brands my Subject with a Rebels name? |
A36610 | What shouts; and what new sounds of war are these? |
A36610 | What''s your demand? |
A36610 | When all my joys are gone What cause can I for living longer, give, But a dull lazy habitude to live? |
A36610 | When some fierce fire lays goodly buildings wast, Would you conclude There had been none, because the burning''s past? |
A36610 | When you, within, the Traitors voice did hear, What did you, then? |
A36610 | Whence are you grown that great Divinity That with such ease into my thoughts can pry? |
A36610 | Where found you confidence your suit to move? |
A36610 | Whey have you then its benefits enjoy''d? |
A36610 | Who but your self did that Rebellion move? |
A36610 | Who calls below? |
A36610 | Who dares touch her I love? |
A36610 | Whom must I praise for thy Deliverance, Was it thy Valour or the work of Chance? |
A36610 | Why do you thus my secret thoughts pursue, Which known, hurt me, and can not profit you? |
A36610 | Why have you any business here? |
A36610 | Why is this Miser doom''d to all this store: He who has all, and yet believes he''s poor? |
A36610 | Why will you in your Brest your passion croud Like unborn Thunder rowling in a Cloud? |
A36610 | Why wou''d you be so great? |
A36610 | Will he who does all great, all noble seem, Be lost and forfeit to his own Esteem? |
A36610 | Will he, who may with Heroes claim a place, Belie that fame, and to himself be base? |
A36610 | Will you have another of the same stamp? |
A36610 | Would you to save my life, my love betray? |
A36610 | Would you with this my just suspitions blind? |
A36610 | Would you your hand in Selins blood embrue? |
A36610 | Yes, I have bound my self, but will you take The forfeit of that bond which force did make? |
A36610 | Yes, I will turn my face; but not my mind: You bane, and soft destruction of mankind, What would you have with me? |
A36610 | Yes, you may blush; and you have cause to weep, Is this the faith you promis''d me to keep? |
A36610 | can you thus resign That love, which you have vow''d so firmly mine? |
A36610 | from whence proceed these new alarms? |
A36610 | is this the liberty? |
A36610 | my wonder''s greater than before: How did he dare my freedom to restore? |
A36610 | now your want of Love I see: For, would you goe, and hazard loosing me? |
A36610 | what can we say? |
A36610 | what strange adventure brought you here? |
A36610 | why, King, you do not think you deal With one, who sets his services to sale? |
A36610 | you speak as you were not in fault? |
A36610 | — Why does my fairest Almahida frown? |
A36610 | — — Why cross you thus your arms; and shake your head? |
A36610 | 〈 … 〉 cheap and common, who wou''d strive, Which, like abandon''d Prostitutes, you give? |
A36614 | According to his mannerly way of arguing with the King, I might ask him, These what? |
A36614 | Again, of what, and to whom should Scripture be a Rule, if there were no Faith, nor Faithful? |
A36614 | All which is nothing to, who is the Iudge of them? |
A36614 | And do''s not Catholic signify all the Parts? |
A36614 | And do''s not his own Heart tell him, who knows nothing of it but by the Relation of a fallible Relator, that it may be false, for ought he can tell? |
A36614 | And he can 〈 ◊ 〉, that Not just so competent as the Apostles, is an 〈 ◊ 〉 to, Whether Competent or no? |
A36614 | And how f ● r that Promise extends? |
A36614 | And how much the nearer will our Differences be to an end? |
A36614 | And if they be appointed to administer it in all Causes, must they not administer it in their own? |
A36614 | And is a fallible Authority able to make me judge more than that the thing is fallibly true? |
A36614 | And is it not as certainly known he taught much more, as that he taught what is there contain''d? |
A36614 | And now what can I do more for the poor Bishop? |
A36614 | And then in the choice of the Church, there is but one thing to mind, and that no difficulty neither, where, or which the Church is? |
A36614 | And what if they did? |
A36614 | And what is all this, even supposing it all true, to the Question of the Paper, Whether the Roman Catholic be the One Catholic Church of the Creeds? |
A36614 | And who can tell by this, whether he say I, or no? |
A36614 | And will he make us believe, that all these were Faithful without any Rule for their Faith? |
A36614 | Are the Embers too hot for him, that he uses the Bishops Foot to pull out the Chesnut? |
A36614 | Are there Heresies in England, or are there not? |
A36614 | Are we, before we were aware, come to Conscience at last? |
A36614 | As for his Method of Enquiry, Whether there was not a sufficient Cause for the Reformation in the Church? |
A36614 | At present let the Answerer tell us, whether Controversies can or can not be ended? |
A36614 | But for any Assistance towards the only difficulty which imports, Whether People be in the right way to Heaven, or no? |
A36614 | But how come Appeals to a Forreign Iurisdiction, to tend to the Peace and Quiet of a Church? |
A36614 | But if he will be 〈 ◊ 〉, needless Apologies, why must he needs make one fifty times worse than the attempt to make it? |
A36614 | But if it lead him to do ill things, or embrace a wrong Faith, what can he answer for the Sin of having that Conscience? |
A36614 | But is his Judgment, and their Advice, and what you will, besides the Judgment of the Church without Appeal, a Foundation to build upon? |
A36614 | But is it understood with certainty, by every Man who will be his own Judge? |
A36614 | But is not every Man to be satisfied pro modulo suo? |
A36614 | But pray for what is this Harangue ● pon U ● ● ● pation, and a Spiritual Kingdom? |
A36614 | But pray what Compass can be sure, where the Needle is not suffer''d freely to play? |
A36614 | But what are those Judges to our purpose? |
A36614 | But what has he in reserve( I see what he alledges to justifie his confident Reproach of Vsurpation? |
A36614 | But whether do''s he mean to lead us? |
A36614 | But why are we not all agreed now? |
A36614 | But, after all, what have these Examples to do with this Ladies Conversion? |
A36614 | But, goes he on, what if the Church, whose Authority it is said they must submit to, will not allow them to believe what they see? |
A36614 | By the way, I see not how this involuntary can thrust in here: For, who forces any Body to mistake? |
A36614 | By the way, the Promises of which he talks, are they not in Scripture? |
A36614 | Can I have such a Judgment without a cause able to produce it? |
A36614 | Can Iustice be done? |
A36614 | Can an ignorant Person enter into the Knowledge of the Mysteries of our Faith, when even the most Learned can not understand them? |
A36614 | Can it be reasonable to do this for a Faith, of which they are conscious to themselves, that it may be false, for any thing they know? |
A36614 | Can the Answerer himself unriddle the secrets of the Incarnation, fadom the undivided Trinity? |
A36614 | Dares he, in earnest, put it to the Catholic World, any more than we to the Protestant? |
A36614 | Do''s he in earnest think, that the Incoveniences he has thought of, and may think of hereafter, hold comparison with the Inconvenience of Heresie? |
A36614 | Do''s he make it appear their Motive is firm? |
A36614 | Do''s he mean, these Scruples were but Scruples? |
A36614 | Do''s not St. Irenaeus inform us, that more than one Nation had the Doctrine of Christ and no Scriptures? |
A36614 | Do''s such a one, in his conceit ▪ pretend, without right, to the Power of Administring Justice? |
A36614 | Do''s there not manifestly appear in him a quite different Character? |
A36614 | For he asks, What security can be greater than that of our own Iudgments? |
A36614 | For how many of them receiv''d the Creed, had Sacraments, Succession of Bishops, and Liturgies? |
A36614 | For the Contest was, How they should be made Members? |
A36614 | For till then, who shall know which is the Guide, and which the Seducer? |
A36614 | For what has the chief end for which a Rule was made, to do with, whether it will guide us certainly, or no? |
A36614 | For what is it to us, what becomes of those Matters? |
A36614 | For what? |
A36614 | For which do''s the Answerer think is the more visible of the two, the thing which is seen, or that by which it is seen? |
A36614 | For who shall understand what other end there is of a Rule to determine Controversies, but determining Controversies? |
A36614 | For, can I be a Christian without believing? |
A36614 | From whence comes it then that he believes them? |
A36614 | Had she no Divines of the Church of England about her? |
A36614 | Has he not allow''d, that every Man is to Interpret the Scripture for himself, in reference to his own Salvation? |
A36614 | Have the Examples produc''d by our Author on the contrary side any thing to do with a Reformation? |
A36614 | He answers, as if he were at 〈 ◊ 〉 purposes, where then was the Roman 〈 … 〉 What has where was she? |
A36614 | He next enquires what need she had of an infallible Church, if she owed her Change so wholly to Almighty God? |
A36614 | How comes the Churches Infallibility to be easily found there in this Period, which was not easie to find in the last? |
A36614 | How if he can convince her of Falsity from her own Words? |
A36614 | How so? |
A36614 | How the Promises relating to the Church in general, came to be appropriated to the Church of Rome? |
A36614 | How then, says he, can this be a sufficient Reason to persuade them to believe the Church, because it is as visible as that the Scripture is in Print? |
A36614 | If Christ did leave a Church here upon Earth, and We were all once of that Church, How, and by what Authority, did we separate from that Church? |
A36614 | If the Power of Interpreting Scripture be in every Mans Brain, what need have we of a Church, or Church- men? |
A36614 | In Matters of Good and Evil, every Man''s Conscience, he says, is his immediate Iudge; and why not in Matters of Truth and Falshood? |
A36614 | In the mean time, what use would my Gentleman here make of his Lordships doubts, his belief, or his affirmation? |
A36614 | In the next Section the King asks, Whether it be not the same thing to follow our own Fancy, or to interpret Scripture by it? |
A36614 | Is it a sad thing there should, or is it not? |
A36614 | Is it not palpable, that she her self believes more? |
A36614 | Is not Belief a judgment that the thing is true which I believe? |
A36614 | Is that Church ever the less Catholic, by having never so many Members? |
A36614 | Is there no entring there without a Sillogism? |
A36614 | Is this the clearer light he will give to the things contain''d in His Majesty''s Papers? |
A36614 | Is this, I, or No, again? |
A36614 | It may be allow''d him to suspect a Stranger of Forgery; but with what face can this Son of the Church of England suspect the Integrity of his King? |
A36614 | Must the Laws which regulate the Exercise of Religion be obey''d, not only for Wrath but for Conscience, or must they not? |
A36614 | Must they be damned unless they can make a regular approach to Heaven, in Mood and Figure? |
A36614 | No Christians before the New Testament, which was written by Christians? |
A36614 | Now I beseech him, is this Roman Catholic, ever the less visibly the one Church of Christ, because a Part is not a Whole? |
A36614 | Now where, I beseech your, is the wonder, that she spoke nothing to him concerning any points of a Religion in which she was already satisfied? |
A36614 | Of what will he make that Whole, but of all the Parts? |
A36614 | Or ever the less One, because divided Christians believe as she do''s? |
A36614 | Or how They will be firm without one ▪ This little is all there was before him; is their Judgment solidly grounded, or is it not? |
A36614 | Or is it the less Catholic; is any part taken out, because the particular Roman is put in? |
A36614 | Or the Consubstantiality of the Eternal Son with all his Readings and Examinations? |
A36614 | Or what serves it for, but to make a shew, and fill up a Page? |
A36614 | Or would he not have it assumed at all, but the Name of Catholic Church banish''d out of the World by every such Division which happens in it? |
A36614 | Or, in other Words, to maintain that the Bishops Concessions could have no influence upon her, because they had not the greatest influence? |
A36614 | Or, which is the same, Is there a Judge without Appeal? |
A36614 | Pray what colour has he ● or such a Reply? |
A36614 | Pray with what propriety of Language, or what Sense, do''s he call challenging of so much, Usurpation? |
A36614 | Shall he, who has this to answer for, be safe, because he has nothing to answer for the Sin against Conscience? |
A36614 | Suppose his divided Christians do continue Parts still of the Catholic Whole; can not the Roman Catholic therefore be that Whole? |
A36614 | Suppose our Prelate had believ''d there were no Antiphodes, is this a time of Day to give him credit? |
A36614 | That both are Irrational? |
A36614 | The Phanatics think the Scripture is clear in all Matters of Salvation, and if so, what need, say they, of those Spiritual Directours? |
A36614 | The last Paragraph asks, when pretences are made of separating from the Church, Who shall judge of them? |
A36614 | To what purpose these great words, when he knows before- hand, nothing will, nor can come of them? |
A36614 | To 〈 … 〉 People adhere to a Church, with every body 〈 ◊ 〉 signifies, What Reason or Motive have they 〈 … 〉 adhering? |
A36614 | Upon the Second Head, he asks, If those who made the Creeds for our direction, had intended the Roman Catholic Church, why was it not so expressed? |
A36614 | What Benefit shall we get by them? |
A36614 | What Scripture, or Ancient Ch ● rch, or Part of the Christian World, 〈 ◊ 〉 with him that''t is so? |
A36614 | What a shameful way of arguing is this, to make a general Negative Conclusion from half the Premises? |
A36614 | What a wonderful Art has this Gentleman, to turn a bare Narrative into Motives and Inducements? |
A36614 | What do I say, unreasonable? |
A36614 | What has the Answerer to say to this? |
A36614 | What is, or can there be, to assume it besides? |
A36614 | What less than the Spirit of Primitive Christianity could have dictated her Words? |
A36614 | What need then of a Church, or Church men, says His Majesty, when every body is provided without them? |
A36614 | What need was there to talk of Judgment in common, when the Question is of their Judgment in this Particular? |
A36614 | What obligation has he to defend the Honour of his Church by a piece of Sophistry? |
A36614 | What pity is it in the mean time, that my Lord of Winton gives not so much as one single Reason either for his Doubt, or his contrary Belief? |
A36614 | What will he do with his Rule, now he has suppos''d it? |
A36614 | When Christ has extended the Assistance of that Spirit to All his Doctrine, and All Time; for us to ask which part of that Assistance shall cease? |
A36614 | Where I beseech him? |
A36614 | Whether Controversies can, or can not be ended? |
A36614 | Whether Disjoyning, and Union, be not ● lat Contradiction? |
A36614 | Whether by a new Baptism, or only by Imposition of Hands? |
A36614 | Whether it will determine Controversies, or no? |
A36614 | Whether the Church of England had not sufficient Authority to reform it self? |
A36614 | Whether there can be Reason for being disjoyn''d from any Part of it? |
A36614 | Who thinks he has conquer''d the difficulties about the Letter of Scripture, as which Books belong to the Canon, which not? |
A36614 | Why do''s our Author put down that Promise thus at large? |
A36614 | Why now, is this Foundation more unalterable, in respect of the Protestant Church, than any other? |
A36614 | Why so, I pray him? |
A36614 | Why then do''s he ask so many idle Questions? |
A36614 | Why unavoidable, I beseec ● him, even supposing Usurpation, and whatever 〈 ◊ 〉 would have? |
A36614 | Why will not another Catholic Church serve turn? |
A36614 | Why, do not as many as have Ears hear inconsistent things said every day? |
A36614 | Why, suppose there be, m ● st P ● ● ple therefore needs believe otherwise than they 〈 ◊ 〉 before? |
A36614 | Will he compare the gain of the whole World, to the loss even of a single Soul? |
A36614 | Will he persuade us there were no Faithful in the World before Moses? |
A36614 | Wou''d any Man ask another what''s a Clock, after he had been just looking upon a Sun- dial? |
A36614 | according to the measure of his own Understanding? |
A36614 | and must every body needs lie who reports them again? |
A36614 | and no harder to be found there by another, than by him? |
A36614 | and that the Church depends on Writing, which if it should be lost in the World, there would be an end of the Church? |
A36614 | and whether Private Judgment be more than Sand? |
A36614 | and whether certainly, or no? |
A36614 | and, Whether the Proceedings of the Reformation were not justifiable by the Rules of Scripture and the Ancient Church? |
A36614 | is it true? |
A36614 | is to ask, Which is the Part of Christ''s Promise which he will not perform? |
A36614 | needs believe there is no Change 〈 ◊ 〉 ● ● ● stance, no Purgatory, no more than two Sacraments, and the rest? |
A36614 | or Ergoteering it with a nego, concedo,& distinguo? |
A36614 | or are we left to uncertainty? |
A36614 | or is it not true? |
A36614 | or one Rational, the other not? |
A36614 | or take the deceitful ways which lead them to it? |
A36614 | or to 〈 ◊ 〉? |
A36614 | or what do''s it say? |
A36614 | or what kind of Answer that should be which says neither? |
A36614 | or whether it be no matter whether they be determined or no? |
A36614 | signifies, he knows, Can Controversies be ended? |
A36614 | since Disjoyning signifies a different Faith, and Union the same? |
A36614 | since neither the Scripture is plain about them, nor the Wit of Man can comprehend them? |
A36614 | the whole Church, or particular Men? |
A36614 | to do 〈 … 〉 left to her? |
A36614 | which is a right Translation or Reading, which wrong? |
A36614 | which is to say, that the Assertion is true: Or that both are Rational? |
A36614 | 〈 … 〉 do Men separate from 〈 … 〉 Church? |
A36595 | ''T is neither Council- day, nor is this Heav''n; What Business has our Jupiter on Earth? |
A36595 | ( aside to Mercury) On whose side wou''d you please that I shou''d give the Sentence? |
A36595 | A beggarly Serving- man presume to kiss me? |
A36595 | A kind of promise, do you call it? |
A36595 | And after he had just left us? |
A36595 | And am a foul Adultress? |
A36595 | And how did you pass your time in that same Tent? |
A36595 | And how many Bottles did thy business, to metamorphose thee into my Lord? |
A36595 | And is not this House Amphitryon''s? |
A36595 | And my Servant Judge Gripus? |
A36595 | And so much alter''d, for the better, in his humour? |
A36595 | And thou expect''st I shou''d believe thee? |
A36595 | And what did I? |
A36595 | And what have you done with your old Friend, and my old Sweet- heart, Judge Gripus? |
A36595 | And where are they now? |
A36595 | And why we two of all the Herd of Gods Are chosen out to meet him in Consult? |
A36595 | And will you make your self a younger man; and be handsome too: and rich? |
A36595 | Answer me first: did you give me a Diamond, and a Purse of Gold? |
A36595 | Answer me precisely; do''st thou not know me for Amphitryon? |
A36595 | At what art thou amaz''d? |
A36595 | Brav''d by my Slave, dishonour''d by my Wife, To what a desp''rate plunge am I reduc''d, If this be true the Villain says? |
A36595 | But has he gotten where withal to be Voluptuous, is he Wealthy? |
A36595 | But how shall I be sure that you will never assume my shape again? |
A36595 | But know you nothing farther, Hermes? |
A36595 | But tell me first, why you wou''d raise a Blush upon my Cheeks, by asking such a Question? |
A36595 | But what does he do, and what does he say? |
A36595 | But what necessitates you to this Love, Which you confess a Crime, and yet commit? |
A36595 | But what''s a Pardon worth, without a Seal? |
A36595 | But what? |
A36595 | But why by Jupiter? |
A36595 | But why must I be Sosia? |
A36595 | But will you give me leave to argue the Matter fairly with you? |
A36595 | But will you hear reason, Bromia? |
A36595 | But wilt thou promise me to do thy host? |
A36595 | But, and''t please your Lordship, is my fellow Phaedra to be exalted into the Heav''ns, and made a Star? |
A36595 | By what Title? |
A36595 | Can you forsake me, for so small a fault? |
A36595 | Can you hate me? |
A36595 | Death and Hell, you will not perswade me, that I did not kill Pterelas? |
A36595 | Did I not tremble with excess of Joy? |
A36595 | Did I so? |
A36595 | Did not I charge you not to speak? |
A36595 | Did not my Soul ev''n sparkle at my Eyes, And shoot it self into your much lov''d Bosome? |
A36595 | Didst thou beat thy self? |
A36595 | Didst thou not attempt to pass? |
A36595 | Do you hear his Impudence? |
A36595 | Dost thou see me? |
A36595 | Dost thou take me for a Conjurer? |
A36595 | Dost thou take part with my Adultress too, because she is thy Niece? |
A36595 | For now I find you safe, I shou''d be glad To hear you were in danger? |
A36595 | From Amphitryon? |
A36595 | From whence this Impudence, to enter here without permission? |
A36595 | Has he sent me no Token? |
A36595 | Have I already given you those Diamonds, The Present I reserv''d? |
A36595 | Have you forgot? |
A36595 | Have your Master and you no Names, Sirrah? |
A36595 | Heaven there, shou''d be pleas''d to break these Articles, in what Court of Judicature she intends to sue him? |
A36595 | Hold Friend, you are so very flippant with your Hands, you wo n''t hear Reason: What offence has my Name done you, that you shou''d beat me for it? |
A36595 | Hold Sir; you and I must not part so easily; once more, whither are you going? |
A36595 | Hold a little: how long since was it that he spoke to you, from the said Balcony? |
A36595 | How can he show his Manhood, if you bind him To box, like Boys, with one Hand ty''d behind him? |
A36595 | How can you be witness, where you were not present? |
A36595 | How glad it were? |
A36595 | How now, Traytor, dar''st thou maintain that I am past the Age of having fine things said to me? |
A36595 | How now? |
A36595 | How the Gipsie despises me? |
A36595 | How was it discreetly done then? |
A36595 | How''s this? |
A36595 | How, Sosia, say you? |
A36595 | I have betray''d my Honour, and my Love? |
A36595 | I need not justifie: Of what am I accus''d? |
A36595 | I say I am Sosia, Amphitryon''s Man; what reason have you to urge against it? |
A36595 | I thought you wou''d have denyed that too? |
A36595 | I''ll know to whom first? |
A36595 | If other Proof were wanting, tell me how I came to know your Fight, your Victory, The Death of Pterelas, in single Combat? |
A36595 | If you are brave, assist me — not one stirs: What are all brib''d to take th''Enchanters part? |
A36595 | In a manner, and as it were, and in some Sense, thou say''st? |
A36595 | In all appearance it was he: but how got he thither? |
A36595 | In the first Place then, is not this Town cal''d Thebes? |
A36595 | In the name of wonder, what are you, that are Sosia, and are not Sosia? |
A36595 | In what Tavern hast thou been? |
A36595 | Is Thebes Victorious, are our Foes destroy''d? |
A36595 | Is all the World gone a madding? |
A36595 | Is all your hot Courtship to me, dwindl''d into a poor unprofitable Wish? |
A36595 | Is it Peace or War betwixt us? |
A36595 | Is it a Crime for Husband and for Wife ▪ To go to Bed, My Lord? |
A36595 | Is it a blind contingence of Events? |
A36595 | Is it come to this? |
A36595 | Is it from the Army? |
A36595 | Is not Day light better for Mankind, I mean as to any other use, but only for Love and Fornication? |
A36595 | Is the Devil in you, to see all this? |
A36595 | Is this my Welcome home? |
A36595 | Is this that everlasting Love you vow''d, Last Night, when I was circled in your arms? |
A36595 | KKnow you the Reason of this present Summons? |
A36595 | Lord, Friend, you are so very troublesom — What shou''d my Name be but Sosia? |
A36595 | Made haste to Bed: Ha, was''t not so? |
A36595 | Make haste, thou Torturer; is my Amphitryon upon return? |
A36595 | Must I remember you of a certain Promise that you made me at our last parting? |
A36595 | My Lord you tell me nothing of the Battel? |
A36595 | No, my Lord; for the Costs and Charges are to be paid: will you please to restore the Cup? |
A36595 | Nor you me, that I did not enjoy Alcmena? |
A36595 | Not what? |
A36595 | Now what say you to that Present, Phaedra? |
A36595 | Now, what hast thou to say for thy self, Sosia? |
A36595 | Now, what''s the God of Wit in a Woman''s Hand? |
A36595 | Now, whether to conceal, or blaze th''Affront? |
A36595 | O Heav''ns, what''s this I see? |
A36595 | O thou merciless Creature, why dost thou conjure up that fpright of a Wife? |
A36595 | O what had I forgot? |
A36595 | O, my nimble finger''d God of Theft, what make you here on Earth, at this unseasonable hour? |
A36595 | Of what Quality are you, Fellow? |
A36595 | Of what was that Goblet made? |
A36595 | Oh what a precious Generation will that be, which the Men of the Island shall Propagate out of the Women of the Continent? |
A36595 | Or have you dream''t Alcmena? |
A36595 | Or sure necessity of Causes linck''d, That must produce Effects? |
A36595 | Prithee for what dost thou think that thou art worshipp''d? |
A36595 | Prithee, how shou''d I know thee? |
A36595 | Say, is my Lord victorious? |
A36595 | Shall I not come to your Bed side, to Night? |
A36595 | Sir, Shall I wait on you? |
A36595 | Sirrah, from whence come you, and whither go you? |
A36595 | Speak, Phaedra; Was he here? |
A36595 | Stand, who goes there? |
A36595 | Suppose I were Mercury, the God of Merchandise? |
A36595 | Suppose I were a God, and shou''d make Love to you? |
A36595 | Tell him plainly, I''ll rather lay down my Commission: What wou''d he make a Bawd of me? |
A36595 | That I return''d before this hour? |
A36595 | That''s true; but who dares call''em so? |
A36595 | Then I, it seems, am false? |
A36595 | Then I, it seems, am last to be regarded? |
A36595 | Then what are these upon my Arm? |
A36595 | Then where''s Alcmena''s honour and her fame? |
A36595 | Then you pronounce the Sentence of my Death? |
A36595 | There is an ill savour that offends my Nostrils; and it wafteth this way? |
A36595 | Think what thou wert, and who cou''d swear too much? |
A36595 | This is all true, to a very little; but who is that certain Servant, there''s all the question? |
A36595 | Thou art a Coward I warrant thee, do not I hear thy Teeth chatter in thy Head? |
A36595 | Thou my Master? |
A36595 | Thou wilt not strike thy Lord, and Husband, wilt thou? |
A36595 | Thy Companion, Slave? |
A36595 | To avoid impertinences, make an end of your journey; and come to the House: what found you there a God''s Name? |
A36595 | To what purpose wou''dst thou show them? |
A36595 | To which of the You''s art thou speaking? |
A36595 | Tran ▪ To a farthing? |
A36595 | VVhat I prithee? |
A36595 | WAS not the Devil in my Master, to send me out in this dreadful dark Night, to bring the news of his Victory to my Lady? |
A36595 | Was not that Amphitryon? |
A36595 | Well Sosia, and how go Matters? |
A36595 | Well, I confess I am in love; what then? |
A36595 | Well: and for whom dost thou take me? |
A36595 | Were you not charg''d to return no more? |
A36595 | What Fame expect you from so mean a Prize? |
A36595 | What Friend? |
A36595 | What Friend? |
A36595 | What am not I Sosia, say you? |
A36595 | What are you walking about me for, with your dark Lanthorn? |
A36595 | What art thou good for, but to be a Bawd? |
A36595 | What business have you at that Door, Sirrah? |
A36595 | What gain you, by not suffering him to teize ye? |
A36595 | What has Phoebus been playing the Good- fellow, and overslept himself, that he forgets his duty to us Mortals? |
A36595 | What have we here, a Couple of you, or do I see double? |
A36595 | What if I shou''d lye now, and say we have been here before? |
A36595 | What kind of Man? |
A36595 | What news in Court? |
A36595 | What noise is this, that calls me from above, Invades my soft recess, and privacy, And, like a Tyde, breaks in upon my Love? |
A36595 | What sawoy Companion is this, that deafens us with his hoarse Voice? |
A36595 | What says my Lord? |
A36595 | What the Devil are you, that rap with such Authority? |
A36595 | What the God of small Wares, and Fripperies, of Pedlars and Pilferers? |
A36595 | What think you now, Phaedra? |
A36595 | What think you now, my Lord, of a certain twin Brother of mine, call''d Sosia? |
A36595 | What was your Fathers Name? |
A36595 | What was your Name born, Sosia? |
A36595 | What will become of thee? |
A36595 | What wou''d you have Sir? |
A36595 | What wou''d you have your Mony out of the Treasury, without paying the Officers their Fees? |
A36595 | What''s that you are muttering betwixt your Teeth, of a Son of a Whore, Sirrah? |
A36595 | What''s this Midsummer- Moon? |
A36595 | What''s this for? |
A36595 | What''s this you tell me? |
A36595 | What, art thou rebelling against thy annointed Wife? |
A36595 | What, by Violence? |
A36595 | What, in a brown Study? |
A36595 | What, my Lord General? |
A36595 | What, none to let me in? |
A36595 | What, one of these ungodly Weapons? |
A36595 | What, wou''d you have me an Atheist? |
A36595 | What, you are descanting upon my Actions? |
A36595 | When did I give thee this pretended Commission? |
A36595 | When wou''d you have me wake? |
A36595 | Where, in what place, did I give this order? |
A36595 | Which Amphitryon shall speak first? |
A36595 | Which of you two is Sosia? |
A36595 | Whither now, you kitchen- skumm? |
A36595 | Who beat thee? |
A36595 | Who dares to play the Master in my House? |
A36595 | Who denyes it? |
A36595 | Who gave you that order, to invite''em? |
A36595 | Who gave you that privilege, Sirrah, to assume my Name? |
A36595 | Who was that Fellow? |
A36595 | Whose House is this, Sawciness, that you are so familiar with, to call it ours? |
A36595 | Why a Two- leg''d Man, What Man shou''d I be? |
A36595 | Why more at Thebes than any other Place? |
A36595 | Why muse you so, and murmur to your self? |
A36595 | Why not? |
A36595 | Why now I am, indeed, the Lord of all: For what''s to be a God, but to enjoy? |
A36595 | Why these are Swords: what have I to do with them? |
A36595 | Why, I hope we two never quarrell''d? |
A36595 | Why, dost thou pretend to go invisible? |
A36595 | Why, how shou''d I enter, unless I were a Spright to glide by him, and shoot my self through Locks, and Bolts, and two- inch- boards? |
A36595 | Why, thou wilt not cheat me of my Goblet? |
A36595 | Why, went we not to Bed? |
A36595 | Why, who shou''d it be else? |
A36595 | Will you compound, and take it as my Present? |
A36595 | With all my heart, to any Repetition but the Cudgel: but, wou''d you be pleas''d to answer me one civil question? |
A36595 | With reverence be it spoke, a bad excuse: Thus every wicked Act in Heav''n or Earth, May make the same defence; but what is Fate? |
A36595 | YOU will not be so base to take it from me? |
A36595 | Yes you may kiss me kindly still, and will you not re — bell? |
A36595 | Yes, a poor Man may be in love I hope? |
A36595 | Yet again profanely using my proper name? |
A36595 | Yet now I think on''t, Madam, did not a certain Friend of mine present''em to you? |
A36595 | Yet why shou''d I love this Phoedra? |
A36595 | You dare not, sure, deny you came last night, And staid till Break of Day? |
A36595 | You had best ask him who gave you the gold Gobblet? |
A36595 | You had best tell me that my Master did not send me home to my Lady, with news of his Victory? |
A36595 | You know I was Pay- master: What directions did you give me the night before the Battle? |
A36595 | You peaceable Amphitryon, what Money was there in that Bag? |
A36595 | You wou''d be forgetting, wou''d you? |
A36595 | You wou''d perswade me out of my Heathen Name, would you? |
A36595 | You: What You? |
A36595 | and promise me to depose that Cudgel, if I can prove my self to be that Man that I was before I was beaten? |
A36595 | and receiv''d part of punishment already? |
A36595 | and was not I possess''d with ten Devils, for going on his errand, without a Convoy for the safeguard of my Person? |
A36595 | have you not been sufficiently warn''d of it? |
A36595 | he had the Art of making Love: Dost thou think that Kings, or Gods either, get Mistrisses by their good Faces? |
A36595 | how long have you taken up that Name, Sirrah? |
A36595 | is not that a Giant before our Door? |
A36595 | or a Ghost of some body slain in the late Battel? |
A36595 | or is''t a Pow''r That orders all things by superior VVill, Foresees his VVork, and works in that foresight? |
A36595 | thou Amphitryon? |
A36595 | to be always speaking my Husband fair, to make him digest his Cuckoldom more easily: wou''dst thou be a Wittol, with a vengeance to thee? |
A36595 | what Bankers Shop is to be broken open to Night? |
A36595 | what Midnight Ballad- singer have we here? |
A36595 | what means the locking up of my Doors, at this time of day? |
A36595 | yet will you let me go? |
A36595 | — And how does my Lord Amphitryon? |
A36595 | — But when will he return? |
A36595 | — Where the Devil did I learn these Elegancies and Gallantries? |
A36595 | — Whither now, Gripus? |
A36595 | — Will your Honour be pleas''d to take your choice of one of these? |
A36595 | — Wilt thou never- leave lugging me by the Ears? |
A36595 | — will you come, Bromia? |
A36595 | —( To Mercury) Well, you are Sosia; there''s no denying it; but what am I then? |
A36592 | ''T is your last Remedy, and strongest too: And then this Dollabella, who so fit To practice on? |
A36592 | A long Speech preparing? |
A36592 | Again? |
A36592 | Alone? |
A36592 | Am I a Cleopatra? |
A36592 | Am I false, Or infamous? |
A36592 | Am I to live, or dye? |
A36592 | And art thou dead? |
A36592 | And she receiv''d my Message, with as true, With as unfeign''d a Sorrow, as you brought it? |
A36592 | And should I Forsake this Beauty? |
A36592 | And to whom could I more fitly apply my self, than to your Lordship, who have not only an inborn, but an Hereditary Loyalty? |
A36592 | And what''s this Toy In ballance with your Fortune, Honor, Fame? |
A36592 | And who must wear''em then? |
A36592 | And would you more? |
A36592 | And yet you first Perswaded me: how come you alter''d since? |
A36592 | And, Dream''d you this? |
A36592 | And, Shall we Fight? |
A36592 | And, Would you multiply more ruins on me? |
A36592 | Are they Noble? |
A36592 | Are you Antony? |
A36592 | Are you concern''d That she''s found false? |
A36592 | Are you my Friend, Ventidius? |
A36592 | Art thou Ventidius? |
A36592 | Art thou living? |
A36592 | Art thou not one? |
A36592 | Art thou return''d at last, my better half? |
A36592 | At Actium, who betray''d him? |
A36592 | Begg''d it, my Lord? |
A36592 | But have I no remembrance? |
A36592 | But shall I speak? |
A36592 | But what of that? |
A36592 | But, Wherefore waste I precious hours with thee? |
A36592 | But, Who''s that Stranger? |
A36592 | Can Heav''n prepare A newer Torment? |
A36592 | Can I do this? |
A36592 | Can it find a Curse Beyond our Separation? |
A36592 | Can they be friends of Antony, who Revel When Antony''s in danger? |
A36592 | Can you not tell her you must part? |
A36592 | Canst thou remember When, swell''d with hatred, thou beheld''st her first As Accessary to thy Brothers Death? |
A36592 | Charmion, is this well done? |
A36592 | Could I do so? |
A36592 | Could he speak More plainly? |
A36592 | Could you not beg An hours Admittance to his private Ear? |
A36592 | Coward Flesh — Woud''st thou conspire with Caesar, to betray me, As thou wert none of mine? |
A36592 | Did he then weep? |
A36592 | Did not you o''er- rule, And force my plain, direct, and open Love Into these crooked paths of Jealousie? |
A36592 | Didst tho ● … not shrink behind me from those Eyes, And whisper in my Ears? |
A36592 | Does the mute Sacrifice upbraid the Priest? |
A36592 | Does this weak passion Become a Mighty Queen? |
A36592 | Dolla And should my Weakness be a Plea fer yours? |
A36592 | First tell me, were you chosen by my Lord? |
A36592 | Fortune is Caesar''s now; and what am I? |
A36592 | Good Heav''ns, Is this, is this the Man who braves me? |
A36592 | Has he courage? |
A36592 | Hast thou not still some grudgings of thy Fever? |
A36592 | Have I then liv''d to be excus''d to Caesar? |
A36592 | Have comfort, Madam: did you mark that Shout? |
A36592 | How bears he this last ● … low? |
A36592 | How is it with you? |
A36592 | How less pleasing? |
A36592 | How shall I plead my cause, when you, my Judge Already have condemn''d me? |
A36592 | How stands the Queen affected? |
A36592 | How; and how? |
A36592 | How? |
A36592 | I am no Queen; Is this to be a Queen, to be besieg''d By yon insulting Roman; and to wait Each hour the Victor''s Chain? |
A36592 | I did not think so; I said it in my rage: prithee forgive me: Why did''st thou tempt my Anger, by discovery Of what I would not hear? |
A36592 | I find a secret yielding in my Soul; But Cleopatra, who would die with me, Must she be left? |
A36592 | If a little glittering in discourse has pass''d them on us for witty Men, where was the necessity of undeceiving the World? |
A36592 | In the first place, I am to be forsaken; is''t not so? |
A36592 | In the mean time, what Right can be pretended by these Men to attempt Innovations in Church or State? |
A36592 | Is Death no more? |
A36592 | Is she fair, Bright as a Goddess? |
A36592 | Is that a hard request? |
A36592 | Is that a word For Antony to use to Cleopatra? |
A36592 | Is there one God unsworn to my Destruction? |
A36592 | Is there yet left A possibility of Aid from Valour? |
A36592 | Is this a Meeting? |
A36592 | Is this friendly done? |
A36592 | Is this so strange? |
A36592 | Is 〈 ◊ 〉 ● … or thee to spy upon my Soul, And see its inward mourning? |
A36592 | Is''t come to this? |
A36592 | Know you his bus''ness? |
A36592 | Lay lull''d betwixt your Bosoms, and there slept Secure of injur''d Faith? |
A36592 | Less to you self, or me? |
A36592 | Let me think: What can I say, to save my self from Death? |
A36592 | Look on her, view her well; and those she brings: Are they all Strangers to your eyes? |
A36592 | Look on these; Are they not yours? |
A36592 | May I believe you love me? |
A36592 | Might not I Share in your Entertainment? |
A36592 | Must I bear this? |
A36592 | Must I bid you twice? |
A36592 | Must I weep too? |
A36592 | My Cleopatra? |
A36592 | My Joys, my only Joys are center''d here: What place have I to go to? |
A36592 | My Lord, have I Deserv''d to be thus us''d? |
A36592 | My Lord? |
A36592 | My Lord? |
A36592 | My kisses, my embraces now are hers; While I — But thou hast seen my Rival; speak, Does she deserve this Blessing? |
A36592 | No more? |
A36592 | Not Cleopatra? |
A36592 | Not considering that they are not to expect the same approbation from sober Men, which they have found from their flatterers after the third Bottle? |
A36592 | Not see him, say you? |
A36592 | Now thou hast seen me, art thou satisfy''d? |
A36592 | Now, Antony, Wouldst thou be born for this? |
A36592 | Now, What news my Charmion? |
A36592 | Now, what''s th''event? |
A36592 | O, wheel you there? |
A36592 | Octavia, I was looking you, my Love: What, are your Letters ready? |
A36592 | Oh, Dollabella, which way shall I turn? |
A36592 | Or am I dead before I knew? |
A36592 | Or am I dead? |
A36592 | Or are you turn''d a Dollabella too, And let this Fury loose? |
A36592 | Or sought you this Employment? |
A36592 | Or stand they thus neglected As they are mine? |
A36592 | Pity pleads for Octavia; But does it not plead more for Cleopatra? |
A36592 | Respect is for a Wife: Am I that thing, That dull insipid lump, without desires, And without pow''r to give''em? |
A36592 | Saw you the Emperor, Ventidius? |
A36592 | Shall I bring The Love you bore me for my Advocate? |
A36592 | Shall I, who, to my kneeling Slave, could say, Rise up, and be a King; shall I fall down And cry, Forgive me, Caesar? |
A36592 | Shame of our Sex, Dost thou not Blush, to own those black Endearments That make sin pleasing? |
A36592 | She dies for love; but she has known its joys: Gods, is this just, that I, who knows no joys, Must die, because she loves? |
A36592 | Speak; Would you have me perish, by my stay? |
A36592 | Ten years love, And not a moment lost, but all improv''d To th''utmost Joys: What Ages have we liv''d? |
A36592 | That I have lost for you: or to the Romans? |
A36592 | The Aspicks, Madam? |
A36592 | The Queen, where is she? |
A36592 | The least unmortgag''d hope? |
A36592 | Then art thou innocent, my poor dear Love? |
A36592 | Then must we part? |
A36592 | Then, Dollabella, where was then thy Soul? |
A36592 | Then, we must part? |
A36592 | There''s but one way shut up: How came I hither? |
A36592 | Therefore you wou''d leave me? |
A36592 | They hate me for your sake: or must I wander The wide World o''er, a helpless, banish''d Woman, Banish''d for love of you; banish''d from you? |
A36592 | This all- perfect Creature? |
A36592 | This from a Friend? |
A36592 | Thou would say, he wou''d not see me? |
A36592 | Though I deserve this usage, Was it like you to give it? |
A36592 | Thus long I have attended for my welcome; Which, as a Stranger, sure I might expect, Who am I? |
A36592 | To frighten our Egyptian Boys withal, And train''em up betimes in fear of Priesthood? |
A36592 | To place my self beneath the mighty flaw, Thus to be crush''d, and pounded into Atoms, By its o''erwhelming weight? |
A36592 | To stand by my fair Fame, and guard th''approaches From the ill Tongues of Men? |
A36592 | To what end These Ensigns of your Pomp and Royalty? |
A36592 | Unwillingly? |
A36592 | Vanquish''d? |
A36592 | W ● … o made him cheap at Rome, but Cleopatra? |
A36592 | WHat shall I do, or whither shall I turn? |
A36592 | WHy would you shift it from your self, on me? |
A36592 | Was it for me to prop The Ruins of a falling Majesty? |
A36592 | Was it so hard for you to bear our parting? |
A36592 | Was not thy Fury quite disarm''d with Wonder? |
A36592 | We wonder how the Devil this diff''rence grows, Betwixt our Fools in Verse, and yours in Prose? |
A36592 | We''re now alone, in secresie and silence; And is not this like Lovers? |
A36592 | Well, Dollabella, you perform''d my Message? |
A36592 | Well, I must Man it out; What would the Queen? |
A36592 | Well, but what use Make we of this Discovery? |
A36592 | Were there so many hours For your unkindness, and not one for Love? |
A36592 | What Lethargy has crept into your Soul? |
A36592 | What harms it you that Cleopatra''s just? |
A36592 | What has my Age deserv''d, that you should think I would abuse your Ears with Perjury? |
A36592 | What have I done? |
A36592 | What hindred me t''have led my Conqu''ring Eagles To fill Octavius''s Bands? |
A36592 | What injury, To him, to wear the Robe which he throws by? |
A36592 | What is''t for me then, A weak forsaken Woman? |
A36592 | What is''t, Ventidius? |
A36592 | What means my Lord? |
A36592 | What must be done? |
A36592 | What secret meaning have you in those words Of my Farewel? |
A36592 | What shall I Answer? |
A36592 | What shou''d I fight for now? |
A36592 | What tell''st thou me of Egypt? |
A36592 | What think''st thou was his answer? |
A36592 | What was''t they said? |
A36592 | What''s false, my Lord? |
A36592 | What, is she poyson to you? |
A36592 | When saw you Dollabella? |
A36592 | When — And what harm''s in this? |
A36592 | Where have you learnt that Answer? |
A36592 | Where is my Lord? |
A36592 | Where left you them? |
A36592 | Where shall I find him, where? |
A36592 | Where''s my Lord? |
A36592 | Where, where''s the Queen? |
A36592 | Where? |
A36592 | Wherein have I offended you, my Lord, That I am bid to leave you? |
A36592 | Which way? |
A36592 | Whither? |
A36592 | Who am I? |
A36592 | Who bids my age make way: drives me before him, To the World''s ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? |
A36592 | Who knows but we may pierce through all their Troops, And reach my Veterans yet? |
A36592 | Who made him scorn''d abroad, but Cleopatra? |
A36592 | Who made his Children Orphans? |
A36592 | Who made them the Trustees, or( to Speak a little nearer their own Language) the Keepers of the Liberty of England? |
A36592 | Who says we must? |
A36592 | Who shall guard mine, For living after you? |
A36592 | Why did they refuse to March? |
A36592 | Why did''st thou mock my hopes with promis''d aids To double my despair? |
A36592 | Why do I seek a Proof beyond your self? |
A36592 | Why dost thou drive me from my self, to search For Foreign aids? |
A36592 | Why have you brought me back to this loath''d Being, Th''abode of Falshood, violated Vows, And injur''d Love? |
A36592 | Why shou''dst thou make that Question? |
A36592 | Why should a Man like this, Who dares not trust his fate for one great action, Be all the care of Heaven? |
A36592 | Why should he Lord it O''re Fourscore thousand Men, of whom, each one Is braver than himself? |
A36592 | Why should they fight, indeed, to make her Conquer, And make you more a Slave? |
A36592 | Why stay''st thou here? |
A36592 | Why then does Antony dream out his hours, And tempts not Fortune for a noble Day, Which might redeem what Actium lost? |
A36592 | Why was I fram''d with this plain honest Heart, Which knows not to disguise its Griefs, and Weakness, But bears its workings outward to the World? |
A36592 | Why? |
A36592 | Why? |
A36592 | Will he be kind? |
A36592 | Will not leave me? |
A36592 | Will you go? |
A36592 | Will you then die? |
A36592 | Wilt thou forgive my fondness this once more? |
A36592 | Wilt thou not live, to speak some good of me? |
A36592 | Without just cause? |
A36592 | Wou''d you be taken? |
A36592 | Wou''d you cast off a Slave who follow''d you, Who crouch''d beneath your Spurn? |
A36592 | Would a Man who has an ill Title to an Estate, but yet is in possession of it, would he bring it of his own accord, to be try''d at Westminster? |
A36592 | Would you believe he lov''d you? |
A36592 | Would you indeed? |
A36592 | Would you triumph o''er poor Octavia''s Virtue? |
A36592 | Yes, but he''ll say, you left Octavia for me; — And, Can you blame me to receive that love, Which quitted such desert, for worthless me? |
A36592 | Yes, when his end is so, I must join with him; Indeed I must, and yet you must not chide: Why am I else your Friend? |
A36592 | Yet are you cold? |
A36592 | Yet grant that all the love she boasts were true, Has she not ruin''d you? |
A36592 | Yet may I speak? |
A36592 | Yet, is there any more? |
A36592 | Yield me to Caesar''s pride? |
A36592 | You have convinc''d your selves, You plead each others Cause: What Witness have you, That you but meant to raise my Jealousie? |
A36592 | You may Blush, who want''em: if bounteous Nature, if indulgent Heav''n Have giv''n me Charms to please the bravest Man; Should I not thank''em? |
A36592 | You said I lov''d you; and, in recompence, You bid me turn a Traitor: did I think You wou''d have us''d me thus? |
A36592 | You will not leave me then? |
A36592 | You will not see her? |
A36592 | You would be kill''d, like Tully, would you? |
A36592 | You would be lost then? |
A36592 | You would free me, And would be dropt at Athens; was''t not so? |
A36592 | You''ll remember To whom you stand oblig''d? |
A36592 | Your Cleopatra; Dollabella''s Cleopatra? |
A36592 | a Disease? |
A36592 | and Talking to himself? |
A36592 | and Will he not forsake me? |
A36592 | and a Lover? |
A36592 | and is all perfection Confin''d to her? |
A36592 | and poor me A wretched Widow? |
A36592 | and thou T ● … e first kind Ghost that meets me? |
A36592 | and, Was I worth a tear? |
A36592 | concern''d too? |
A36592 | for ever, I can not go one moment from your sight, And must I go for ever? |
A36592 | has Nature No secret Call, no whisper they are yours? |
A36592 | my own Kingdom? |
A36592 | nay, Do I live? |
A36592 | only Cleopatra? |
A36592 | or, Did invent the Story? |
A36592 | shall I set A Man, my Equal, in the place of Jove, As he could give me being? |
A36592 | should I be asham''d, And not be Proud? |
A36592 | should Mistresses be left, And not provide against a time of Change? |
A36592 | that I shou''d die With a hard thought of you? |
A36592 | the pretty hand in Earnest? |
A36592 | to gain you Kingdoms, Which, for a Kiss, at your next Midnight Feast, You''ll sell to her? |
A36592 | to hunt my memory, And range all o''er a wast and barren place To find a Friend? |
A36592 | where is he? |
A36592 | where? |
A36592 | wouldst thou betray him too? |
A36592 | — My farewel? |
A36592 | — — Gone so soon? |
A53606 | ( Dowr? |
A53606 | ALL health, fair Nymph, thy Paris sends to thee, Tho You, and only You can give it me ▪ Shall I then speak? |
A53606 | Again I ask, does my dear Iason live? |
A53606 | Am I your Empire then, and your renown? |
A53606 | And can you boast or think of things so great, Now you wear Silks, and are with Jewels set? |
A53606 | And hast( false Man) perhaps forgot my Name, And ask''st too, who I am, and whence I came? |
A53606 | And is his Courage with his Love grown cold? |
A53606 | And is it thus Great Ladies keep intire That Vertue they so boast, and you admire? |
A53606 | And is it thus, that you perform your Vow, Even with a Dowry to reject me too? |
A53606 | And must they all be faithless who are Kings? |
A53606 | And new Occasions new made Vows to break? |
A53606 | And ratifie an Oath without the Heart? |
A53606 | And shall thy Son slight thy Almighty Power? |
A53606 | And should you reach at last this promis''d Land, who''l give its Power into a Strangers hand? |
A53606 | And think you such a thing as He do''s know The treasure that he holds in holding you? |
A53606 | And this the fatal Dow''r a Father gives? |
A53606 | And what dishonour leave in Greece behind? |
A53606 | And when his Arms my Family mow''d down, Lost he his sting, and so became a Drone? |
A53606 | And where her Father Creon''s boasted Pow''r? |
A53606 | And will you Tempt the Faithless Floods again? |
A53606 | Another easie Dido do you seek? |
A53606 | Are Crowns and Falshoods then consistant things? |
A53606 | Are these the Nuptial Gifts a Bride receives? |
A53606 | Are you not warn''d by all youv''e felt and seen? |
A53606 | At present I confess the Seas are rough, But were last Night compos''d, and calm enough ▪ Why did you then my longing hopes delay? |
A53606 | Because a Hero forc''d me once away, Am I thought fit to be a second prey? |
A53606 | But how shou''d I this fatal woe escape? |
A53606 | But if my Vertue hitherto has gain''d Esteem for spotless, shall it now be stain''d? |
A53606 | But that I fear; not that I think you base, Or doubt the blooming beauties of my face? |
A53606 | But what avails it me that Troy did yield, And by your Prowess, the Town is now a Field? |
A53606 | But why should you depart? |
A53606 | But why such Cruelty? |
A53606 | By what expressions can my grief be shown? |
A53606 | By what mistake the Loving Crime excuse? |
A53606 | By words your lost affection to regain; But having lost what ere was worth my care, Why shou''d I fear to loose a dying pray''r? |
A53606 | Can I expect that thou''lt er''e see this Shore, Who leftst it that thou ne''re mightst see me more? |
A53606 | Can I think death? |
A53606 | Can a poor empty Name such difference make? |
A53606 | Did you come here a Stranger, or a Foe? |
A53606 | Do''s not my Love it self too open lay, And all I think in all I do betray? |
A53606 | Do''st Thou demand a Dow''r? |
A53606 | Does this deserve to be rewarded so? |
A53606 | Dost thou not fear his power? |
A53606 | Dost thou not heed a Fathers awful will?'' |
A53606 | Dost thou suspect the time will be too short? |
A53606 | For a worse Fate were they from Flames 〈 ◊ 〉? |
A53606 | For him to dye, and I, much worse, to kill?'' |
A53606 | For thee, poor Babe, what Crime cou''d they pretend? |
A53606 | For this I am an humble Suppliant grown; Now where are all my boasts of Greatness gone? |
A53606 | Had Troy still stood, had every Grecian Dame Become a Prey to th''haughty Victors flame, What cou''d I more have suffer''d then I do? |
A53606 | Had he no other time to visit Crete? |
A53606 | He seems himself more truly to have touch''d at the Cause of his Exile in those obscure Verses, Cur àliquid vidi, cur ● oxia Lumina f ● ci? |
A53606 | Helen, can you then so simple be, To think such Beauty can from faults be free? |
A53606 | Her fault was in her pow''rful Lover lost, But of what Iupiter have I to boast? |
A53606 | How art Thou nightly snatch''t from me away? |
A53606 | How can I doubt that other men deceive, When you your self did fair Oenone leave? |
A53606 | How can you doat on such Infernal Charms, And sleep securely in a Syrens Arms? |
A53606 | How cou''d thy Infant innocence offend? |
A53606 | How could you look upon my Sons and Me? |
A53606 | How much more happy are we Rural Maids, Who know no other Palaces than Shades? |
A53606 | How o ● t turn I my weeping eyes away Lest he the cause should ask, and I betray? |
A53606 | How oft new Vows of lasting Faith you swore, And''twixt your Kisses all the old run o''re? |
A53606 | How often then will you your self confess The emptiness and poverty of Greece? |
A53606 | How often will you say, one Palace there Contains more wealth than do whole Cities here? |
A53606 | I confess this Argument holds good against a litteral Translation, but who defends it? |
A53606 | I l''e not complain, for whose''s displeas''d with Love, If it sincere, discreet, and Constant prove? |
A53606 | I neither sav''d your Life, nor set you free; Yet therefore must you force this death on Me? |
A53606 | I saw your tears, and I believ''d them all, Can they lye too, and are they taught to fall? |
A53606 | I shou''d have been entreated, not betray''d: Is then the Goddess bound to take thy part? |
A53606 | I, what am I? |
A53606 | Iason more false, more changeable than wind, Have Vows no weight, and Oaths no pow''r to bind? |
A53606 | If thus the Summer Gusts detain my course, How shall I through the Winter Surges force? |
A53606 | In Asia what reception shall I find? |
A53606 | In that deceit what did I else design, But with your own consent to make you mine? |
A53606 | In vain I strive; who can that fire conceal Which do''s it self by its own Light reveal? |
A53606 | In vain she wanders over Lands and S ● as; Can she find Cure whose self is the Disease? |
A53606 | Is Love the Authour of such crueltie? |
A53606 | Is it that You, and Fortune jointly vow, Whom you make wretched, still to keep them so? |
A53606 | Is it your Fear that makes my Wishes vain? |
A53606 | Is this a Trick of Courts, can Ravishment Serve for a poor Evasion of Consent? |
A53606 | Is this reward due to my Love from Fate? |
A53606 | Is''t not a shame, that her soft Arms should bear The Lyons rugged Skin you once did wear? |
A53606 | Know''st thou not yet what dangers Ships sustain, So often wrack''d, how darst thou tempt the Main? |
A53606 | Lately a Guest came from th''Hemonian Land: My door scarce reacht, with transport I demand How fares my Iason? |
A53606 | Meleager will a Sister find in me: Shall Deianira be afraid to die? |
A53606 | Mother, said I, in a weak mournful Tone, Will you be gone, and leave me here alone? |
A53606 | Must I desist my Homage to perform, And sculk at home for ev''ry peevish Storm? |
A53606 | Must she have all thy Vows, and Venus none? |
A53606 | Must then my Halcion Love all Winter sleep, And ne''r launch forth into a troubled Deep? |
A53606 | My poor good natur''d Man did never know What''tis to fight, or how to face a Foe; ● et in Love''s Field what wonders can he do? |
A53606 | On then, and kill ▪''How can I kill when I consider who?'' |
A53606 | Or could I live and be divorc''t from you? |
A53606 | Or may not I your new Atchiev''ments know? |
A53606 | Or waits he till his Parents sleep at home? |
A53606 | Or want''st thou strength th''adventure to support? |
A53606 | Or when, your eyes discern such crowds below? |
A53606 | Or why fond fool, did I admit you here? |
A53606 | Robber, who gave Thee leave to tast that lip, And the ripe harvest of my kisses reap? |
A53606 | Say, lovely Youth, why wou''dst thou thus betray My easie Faith, and lead my heart astray? |
A53606 | Shall Curles adorn my head, an Helmet thine? |
A53606 | Shall my Orestes be abus''d, and I As one that''s unconcer''nd sit careless by? |
A53606 | Shall my dear Hercules endure this pain, And I, the unhappy Cause, alive remain? |
A53606 | Shou''d I be injur''d on your Phrygian Shore, What help of Kindred cou''d I there implore? |
A53606 | Snatch me half murder''d from this Monsters hold Can you pursue each petty Rober''s life, And yet thus tamely loose a Ravish''t wife? |
A53606 | That hour which joyn''d us came before its time, In death we had been one without a crime: Why did thy flames beyond a Brothers move? |
A53606 | The Gods themselves on your behalf declare: What hast thou done to merit this their Care? |
A53606 | The Wind that still in Aulis holds my Dear, Why was it not so cross to keep Him here? |
A53606 | Then shou''d fork''d Lightning and red Thunder fall, What coud''st thou say, but I deserv''d''em all? |
A53606 | Then unupbraided with my wrongs thou''dst been Safe in the Joys of the fair Grecian Queen ● What Stars do rule the Great? |
A53606 | Then would they say, What could she better do Both for her self, and for her Kingdom too? |
A53606 | Think''st Thou that now he strips him in the Bay, Or is already plung''d, and on his way? |
A53606 | Though my Great Grandsire Thunder frō the skies? |
A53606 | To stay, what dear Excuses didst thou frame, And fanciedst Tempests when the Seas were calm? |
A53606 | To the rough Seas undaunted I repair, For after Guilt, what can a Woman Fear? |
A53606 | Too well he knows what''t is to be in Love, How can he then my Passion disapprove? |
A53606 | Traytor, what Pains, what Death too bad for Thee? |
A53606 | Was it for this, your Fate did shelter find From swelling Seas and every faithless wind? |
A53606 | Was it your Rage, that did your Love suppress? |
A53606 | We ask''d the Oracle what caus''d my Pains? |
A53606 | Were he as guilty as my Father wou''d''Present him, why must I be stain''d with bloud?'' |
A53606 | What God our Loves industrious to prevent, Curst thee with power, and ruin''d my Content? |
A53606 | What Herbs, what Plants, did not my Nurse produce To make Abortion by their pow''rful Juice? |
A53606 | What Medicines try''d we not to thee unknown? |
A53606 | What do I ask? |
A53606 | What follow''d shame forbids me to express; ● ut who so ignorant as not to guess? |
A53606 | What has he done, or I, what greater ill?'' |
A53606 | What has his Youth, what have thy Gods deserv''d, To sink in Seas, who were from fires preserv''d? |
A53606 | What has my Sex with Blood and Arms to do?'' |
A53606 | What has your Son, what have your Gods 〈 ◊ 〉? |
A53606 | What have I done, but lov''d to an excess? |
A53606 | What have I done, whither has Love drove me? |
A53606 | What heart of Rock but must by this be won? |
A53606 | What help will all my heav''nly friends afford, When to my breast I lift the pointed Sword? |
A53606 | What helps it to have weather''d out one Storm? |
A53606 | What is''t, ye Gods, that thus provokes your hate, Or what curs''d Star rules my unhappy Fate? |
A53606 | What need I the vast floud of people tell That over its wide banks do''s almost swell? |
A53606 | What need I urge Antiquity? |
A53606 | What needed all that numerous Perjury? |
A53606 | What pleasures then must you your self impart, Whose shadows only so surpriz''d my heart? |
A53606 | What ravisht Maid did ever Wars regain? |
A53606 | What shall I do? |
A53606 | What think''st thou, Nurse, does my Leander come? |
A53606 | What though midst Seas my Fathers Empire lies? |
A53606 | What though my Fathers Sire in Beams drest gay Drives round the burning Chariot of the day? |
A53606 | What wailings do I hear, what paleness see? |
A53606 | What will your Brothers, Priam, Hecuba, And what will all your modest Matrons say? |
A53606 | When can you Walls like ours of Carthage build, And see your Streets with crowds of Subjects fill''d? |
A53606 | When shall I clasp thee in these Arms of mine, These longing Arms, and lye dissolv''d in thine? |
A53606 | When shall I have thee by thy self alone, To learn the wondrous Actions thou hast done? |
A53606 | When you are gone, why shou''d I stay behind? |
A53606 | Where are the Gods by whom you falsly swore? |
A53606 | Where art thou Conqueror? |
A53606 | Where then was your ador''d Crëusa''s Dow''r? |
A53606 | Where then were her fam''d Charms& matchless Dowr? |
A53606 | Where was Crëusa at this needful Hour? |
A53606 | Where''s Hymen now that should our hearts unite, Bless and secure our conjugal delight? |
A53606 | Where''s Hymen too, who joyn''d our tender years? |
A53606 | Where''s now thy faith, — thy supplyant hands, and where The God prophan''d by thy fallacious pray''r? |
A53606 | Where''s now your Faith? |
A53606 | Who could have thought such gentle words er''e hung Upon a treacherous, deluding Tongue? |
A53606 | Who could it be but the fair Que ● n of Love? |
A53606 | Who could suspect he, who such things had done, So well had Acted all the parts of Life, Could have betray''d a Princess and a Wife? |
A53606 | Who would not pluck the new blown blushing Rose, Or the ripe Fruit that Courts him as it grows? |
A53606 | Why am I plagu''d by your injurious power, Rob''d of my Parents in a tender hour? |
A53606 | Why didst Thou Cheat an unsuspecting Maid? |
A53606 | Why disappoint me with a total stay? |
A53606 | Why do you blush? |
A53606 | Why in my absence are you thu ● severe? |
A53606 | Why is not Sestos to Abydus joyn''d? |
A53606 | Why left I not my Brother too? |
A53606 | Why let you still your pious Parents weep, Whom you in ign''rance of your promise keep? |
A53606 | Why lov''d I thee with more than Sisters love? |
A53606 | Why press not I your melting hand in mine, And from your pulse of my own health divine? |
A53606 | Why scap''t our Crimes those Seas? |
A53606 | Why then for Helen dost thou me forsake? |
A53606 | Why to my Lemnos did your Vessel steer? |
A53606 | Would her deaf Rage that rent her Brother''s Bones, Spare my young blood, or hear their tenderer Groans? |
A53606 | Ye generous Trojans, turn your Swords away ● rom his dear Breast, find out a nobler prey, Why should you harmless Laodamia slay? |
A53606 | Yet he seems to have found out this Imperfection in his riper age: for why else should he complain that his Metamorphosis was left unfinish''d? |
A53606 | Yet others yield: and Love o''recomes the best, But why should I not shine above the rest? |
A53606 | You soon perceiv''d, for who cou''d ever hide A flame that by its own Light is descry''d? |
A53606 | Your Boldness I with admiration see; What hope had you to gain a Queen like me? |
A53606 | against a Lover too?'' |
A53606 | and where''s the Love you bore? |
A53606 | before Troy''s Walls my Dear does lye, What pleasure can I take in Tyrian dy? |
A53606 | can he be only brave To wast my Country, not his own to save? |
A53606 | how can''st thou cruel prove, When blooming years and beauty bid thee love? |
A53606 | or is it needless grown To tell a Passion that it self has shown? |
A53606 | or with one wound both hearts must bleed? |
A53606 | should now my Art be shown? |
A53606 | timely cease to strive, ● ith how much blood wilt thou thy loss retrieve? |
A53606 | what Poet of our Nation is so happy as to express this thought Literally in English, and to strike Wit or almost Sense out of it? |
A53606 | what a killing fear Did over all my shivering Limbs appear? |
A53606 | what detains thee now? |
A53606 | would these hands have ever let you go? |
A53606 | would you know who thus my breast could move? |
A53606 | your Face has such peculiar charms, That who can hold from flying to your arms? |
A53606 | ● hop''d you were,''cause I deserv''d you, True, ● s it a Crime to wish what is our due? |
A53606 | ● ow oft did I deceive my self, and swore, ● saw your Ship just making to the Shore? |
A53606 | ● ● in bright Tissues, thou in Armour shine? |
A36650 | ''T is hard unjust suspicions to abide, But who can such obliging Anger chide? |
A36650 | ''T is so: And can he then so cruel prove, Am I so soon forgotten, and my Love? |
A36650 | ( for you perchance may hear) How long is''t e''er they hope to end the War? |
A36650 | ANd must I still be guilty, still untrue, And when old crims are purg''d still charg''d with new? |
A36650 | Against such force what Man can keep the Field? |
A36650 | Ah why so restless on my Bed of down? |
A36650 | All ask him whence, for whom this fatal love, Apollo came his Arts and Herbs to prove? |
A36650 | All askt from whence this frenzy? |
A36650 | Am I then greater than brave Peleus Son, That I should scorn the thing which Kings have done? |
A36650 | And are we thought on by our Wives at home? |
A36650 | And shall we have a Tryal of our skill? |
A36650 | And what that thou wert given, and pleas''d my Miss, Since now the Birds unhappy Glory dyes? |
A36650 | And who can sound the death of David''s Soul? |
A36650 | And who wou''d think he then in vain could sue? |
A36650 | And why my words break forth in gentle sighs? |
A36650 | And will you turn debauch''d, then vainly own How lewd you are, to this malicious Town? |
A36650 | And( Churle) my journey break? |
A36650 | And, who knows but this may come to pass? |
A36650 | Are those dear proofs of Heaven''s Indulgence vain, Restoring David and his gentle Reign? |
A36650 | At lengh affronted by some Tawdry Jade, Kick''t out of doors, you''re forc''t into my Bed; For where is it you spend my Nights? |
A36650 | Behold new flames from the dead ashes rise, Blest be the Omen, blest the Prodigies, For Hylax barks, shall we believe our eyes? |
A36650 | Blown to and fro, like Down from thy own Wing, Who knows when Joy or Anguish thou wilt bring? |
A36650 | Bring,& c. She''s gone; and since I now am left alone, What shall I say? |
A36650 | But ah, what did thy Faith, thy Plumes and Tail, And what thy pretty Speaking- art avail? |
A36650 | But say: What God has Tityrus reliev''d? |
A36650 | But when should People strive their Bonds to break, If not when Kings are Negligent or Weak? |
A36650 | But who can tell what Essence Angels are, Or how long Heav''n was making Lucifer? |
A36650 | But why strive I in vain, Each Limb, each grace, each feature to explain? |
A36650 | But, Damon there may be: What if the charming Floriana die? |
A36650 | Can People give away, Both for themselves and Sons, their native Sway? |
A36650 | Come Galatea, come, the Seas forsake, What pleasures can the Tides with their hoarse murmurs make? |
A36650 | Confess the truth, which of you has not laid Four Farthings out to buy the Hatfield Maid? |
A36650 | Did I betray thee, Maid, or could she spy The least Confession in my conscious Eye? |
A36650 | Did I for these Barbarians plow and sowe? |
A36650 | Did I refuse my Sleep, my Wine, my Friend, To spurr along, and must I here attend? |
A36650 | Did not Achilles fair Briseis love, And Greece''s King his Captive''s Vassal prove? |
A36650 | Did not I see, not I, you pilfering Sot, VVhen you lay close, and snapt rich Damon''s Goat? |
A36650 | Dog- floud what art to me? |
A36650 | FOR to whom can I dedicate this Poem, with so much justice, as to you? |
A36650 | False as thou art why must I daily see Th''Intriguing Billet Deux he sends to thee? |
A36650 | For Calydon, for all Aetolia Was then contested such outrageous fray? |
A36650 | For neither can there be a subject higher, Nor, if the praise of Stimichon be true, Can it be better sung than''t is by you? |
A36650 | For what can Pow''r give more than Food and Drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think? |
A36650 | From shore to shore why should we run When none his tiresome self can shun? |
A36650 | Fy, who would clasp a Slave, who joy to feel Her hands of Iron, and her sides of Steel? |
A36650 | God said he lov''d your Father; could he bring A better Proof, than to Anoint him King? |
A36650 | Has the fierce Wolf broke thro''the fenced ground? |
A36650 | Hast thou not pitty? |
A36650 | Have thy Lambs stray''d? |
A36650 | He gives, and let him give my Right away: But why should he his own, and yours betray? |
A36650 | He nam''d the Nymph for who but Gods could tell? |
A36650 | Her Speech, her Courage, Voice, and Mind did fail, She trembled, and she breath''d, and that was all: What could she doe? |
A36650 | Hippomenes, who ran with Noble strife To win his Lady, or to loose his Life,( What shift some men will make to get a Wife?) |
A36650 | His Favour leaves me nothing to require; Prevents my Wishes, and out- runs Desire; What more can I expect while David lives? |
A36650 | His wanton hands in her soft bosome warms, And feels about her Neck his clasping Arms? |
A36650 | How bear his loss? |
A36650 | How can I better chuse, Then amongst wildest Woods my self to lose, And carve our Loves upon the tender Trees, There they will thrive? |
A36650 | How coud his forfeit on Mankind take place? |
A36650 | How long wilt thou the general Joy detain; Starve, and defraud the People of thy Reign? |
A36650 | How much are we deceiv''d? |
A36650 | How much more Pleasant would thy Slumbers be In the retir''d and peacefull Cave with me? |
A36650 | How much more charming, when much less severe? |
A36650 | How oft she beg''d thy Life, how oft she pray''d? |
A36650 | How prettily you frown? |
A36650 | How shall I then with patience stand by, While my Corinna gives another Joy? |
A36650 | How was She wondred at by every Swain? |
A36650 | I dye, and Death will finish all my pain, Yet e''er I dye, behold me once again: Am I so much deform''d, so chang''d of late? |
A36650 | I knew the Language soon, what could be hid From Lovers Eyes of all ye said or did? |
A36650 | I''le lay this Heifer,''t will be worth your while, Two Calves she suckles, and yet twice a day She fills two Pails; Now speak, what dare you lay? |
A36650 | If Chloe with her Golden locks should yield, And banisht Lydia should regain the Field? |
A36650 | If Chloe''s banish''t to make way For the forsaken Lydia? |
A36650 | If you say this, you never knew Friendship, the noblest part of love; What for her Fawn can the old One do Or for her young the timerous Dove? |
A36650 | If your young Lambs with new pluckt boughs you fed, And watch''d your Flock, would you not seem more wise? |
A36650 | In all thy days when did''st a courtesie? |
A36650 | Indulge one labour more, my weary Muse, For Amiel; who can Amiel''s praise refuse? |
A36650 | Is it in vain thou all the Goods dost know Auspicious Stars on Mortals shed below, While all thy streams with Milk, thy Lands with Honey flow? |
A36650 | Is my eternal Banishment decreed, From my poor Cottage, rear''d with Turf and Reed? |
A36650 | Is there a thing that I could more desire? |
A36650 | Is this your kind, your damn''d Obliging way? |
A36650 | Kind Love forbid that I should stoop so low, What, unto mean ignoble Beauties bow? |
A36650 | Love taught the cruel Mother to imbrue Her hands in blood:''t was Love her Children slew: VVas she more cruel, or more impious he? |
A36650 | Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as Angels do Must be an Angel; But what''s that to you? |
A36650 | Mopsus is Nisa''s choice; how just are Lovers fears? |
A36650 | More than my Passion, shall her Anger sway? |
A36650 | Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw? |
A36650 | Must I expire, and have my Songs no force? |
A36650 | Must impious Souldiers all these grounds possess, My fields of standing Corn, my fertile Leyes? |
A36650 | My Rebel ever proves my Peoples Saint: Woud They impose an Heir upon the Throne? |
A36650 | My much lov''d Friend, WHen thou art from my eyes, How do I loath the day, and light despise? |
A36650 | My thirteenth year was downy on my chin, And hardly could my hands the lowest branches win; How did I gaze? |
A36650 | No Bridges here, no Ferry, not an Oar, Or Rope to hawl me to the farther shoar? |
A36650 | Now what Relief can Righteous David bring? |
A36650 | Now, Betty, how will you my Oaths requite? |
A36650 | O Love how cold and slow to take my part, Thou idle wanderer about my heart? |
A36650 | Oh was it not much better to sustain, The angry days of Amarillis Reign? |
A36650 | On men disarm''d how can you gallant prove? |
A36650 | Or am I scorn''d, and grown a jest to you? |
A36650 | Or did my Language move The least Suspicion of our conscious Love? |
A36650 | Or do we Lovers dream? |
A36650 | Or how coud Heavenly Justice damn us all, Who ne''er consented to our Fathers Fall? |
A36650 | Or why dost check Our mutual Joys? |
A36650 | Or with what vows the angry Powers appease? |
A36650 | Pan came, and wondring we beheld him too, His skin all dy''d of a Vermilion hue: He cry''d, what mad designs dost thou pursue? |
A36650 | Poets the Muses should obey, not thee; Who gave thee then this Tyranny? |
A36650 | Pretend fond Fears of a Discovery? |
A36650 | Punish a Body which he cou''d not please; Bankrupt of Life, yet Prodigal of Ease? |
A36650 | Refuse lest some sad Chance the thing betray? |
A36650 | Should my great Theme some mighty Hero be, What could that mighty Hero doe for me? |
A36650 | Since all the World''s thus gay and free, Why should not we? |
A36650 | Start at the proposal? |
A36650 | Sure I am less than these, then what can bring Disgrace to me, that so became a King? |
A36650 | Sure I should know if Love had fixt his Dart, Or creeps he softly in with treacherous Art, And then grows Tyrant there and wounds the Heart? |
A36650 | TELL me Dametas, tell whose Sheep these are? |
A36650 | TEll me my Thyrsis, tell thy Damon, why Do''s my lov''d Swain in this sad posture lie? |
A36650 | Tell,& c. My flesh all wasted, and my Limbs all pale, And all my Hair with the strong poison sell: Ah, cruel Love, to what dost thou inforce? |
A36650 | That Accusation straight, this question brings, What is the Man that does such naughty things? |
A36650 | That Kings can doe no wrong we must believe: None can they doe, and must they all receive? |
A36650 | The Cow your Mistress was; for what cou''d be By such a lovely Creature meant but She? |
A36650 | The Head is loyal which thy Heart commands; But what''s a Head with two such gouty Hands? |
A36650 | The Wolf? |
A36650 | The lusty — with broad Humber strove, Was it for Fame? |
A36650 | The other day he gaz''d upon thy Face, As he wou''d grow a Statue in the place; And who indeed does not? |
A36650 | The rest, who knows not? |
A36650 | The wanton Sonnet or soft Elegy? |
A36650 | Then what Reward is to such Service due? |
A36650 | These soft endearments should not farther go, But be the secret treasure of us two, How comes this third in for a share I''d know? |
A36650 | Thou art my blood, where Iohnson has no part; What share have we in Nature or in Art? |
A36650 | Throw Meal upon the hallow''d flames: d''you stand Insensible, you Sot, when I command? |
A36650 | Thus I o''erheard her to my Lucia speak, Young Damon''s heart wilt thou for ever break? |
A36650 | Thus humbly blest, who''d labour to be great? |
A36650 | Thus twice undone, what course now could he take To redeem her already pass''d the Lake? |
A36650 | To such unworthy wretch, how am I sham''d, That I the generous amorous Rivers nam''d? |
A36650 | To what Enchantress had not I recourse, For skill in Herbs, and Magick arts renown''d? |
A36650 | VVhat boot''s it Boy, you not contemn my flame? |
A36650 | VVhat will not Master Shepherds dare to do, VVhen their base slaves pretend so much as you? |
A36650 | Waking, he smil''d, and must I then be chain''d? |
A36650 | Was Hector that prodigious Man alone, Who, to save others Lives, expos''d his own? |
A36650 | Was Stenelus the only valiant He, A Subject fit for lasting Poetry? |
A36650 | Was only He so brave to dare his Fate, And be the Pillar of a tott''ring State? |
A36650 | We dare not on your Priviledge intrench, Or ask you why you like''em? |
A36650 | Well, shall I tamely yield, or must I fight? |
A36650 | What Millions has he pardon''d of his Foes, Whom Just Revenge did to his Wrath expose? |
A36650 | What Nymph but my melodious Voice would move? |
A36650 | What Present worth thy Verse, can Mopsus find? |
A36650 | What Snowy Arms did I both see and ● eel? |
A36650 | What Standard is there in a fickle Rout, Which flowing to the Mark, runs faster out? |
A36650 | What Woods, what Forrests had inti ●''d your stay? |
A36650 | What a smooth plain, was on her Belly spread? |
A36650 | What art thou mad, I cry''d, before my face, To steal my wealth, and my new Rival grace? |
A36650 | What can we hope? |
A36650 | What can you( Reverend Levi) here take ill? |
A36650 | What cause is this that ease that rest denies? |
A36650 | What could he gain, his People to Betray, Or change his Right, for Arbitrary Sway? |
A36650 | What does thy Poet, but new Verses give? |
A36650 | What doth the Madman mean? |
A36650 | What faults he had( for who from faults is free?) |
A36650 | What great occasion call''d you hence to Rome? |
A36650 | What if kind Venus should our hearts unite, And force us to adore that Love we slight? |
A36650 | What if our former Loves return, And our first fires again should burn? |
A36650 | What madness this? |
A36650 | What makes the noble Ouz up from the main With hideous roar come bristling back again? |
A36650 | What mean these streams still falling from thine Eyes, Fast as those sighs from thy swoln bosom rise? |
A36650 | What means he then, to Alienate the Crown? |
A36650 | What shou''d I tell how 〈 ◊ 〉 undertake To make a Haven in the Lucrine Lake? |
A36650 | What should I do? |
A36650 | What should I do? |
A36650 | What should she strive to fly? |
A36650 | What strength can he to your Designs oppose, Naked of Friends, and round beset with Foes? |
A36650 | What task would not Amyntas undergo, For half the Noble Skill I offer you? |
A36650 | What then in life, which soon must end, Can all our vain designs intend? |
A36650 | What then is left, but with a Jealous Eye To guard the Small Remains of Royalty? |
A36650 | What tho''at last my Cause I clearly gain? |
A36650 | What thô I tax''d the man with want of sense, Whose generous Love cou''d with the Maid dispence? |
A36650 | What was the Cause? |
A36650 | What wonder if the Waves prevail so far When He cut down the Banks that made the bar? |
A36650 | What wonder, if we court that happiness, Yearly to share, which Hourly You possess? |
A36650 | What wou''d you have more of a man? |
A36650 | What wou''dst, if thee indeed some noble race, Or high descent, and glorious name did grace? |
A36650 | What wretch can bear a live- long Nights dull rest, Or think himself in lazy slumbers blest? |
A36650 | What''s rarely seen our fancy magnifies, Permitted pleasure who does not despise? |
A36650 | When Nile, and Achelöus I desplay''d, And Thame, and Ouz, what worm was in my head? |
A36650 | When Ten years ruin''d Troy, how mean a Name Atrides got? |
A36650 | When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin, As thou whole Eth''ridg dost tranfuse to thine? |
A36650 | When sitting all alone within this shade, Which thou so oft thy tender Choice hast made? |
A36650 | When, from the Vales the jolly cry resounds, What rain or cold shall keep me from my Hounds? |
A36650 | Whence comes it that Religion and the Laws, Should more be Absalom''s than David''s Cause? |
A36650 | Where did his wit on learning fix a brand, And rail at Arts he did not understand? |
A36650 | Where made he love in Prince Nicander''s vein, Or swept the dust in Psyche''s humble strain? |
A36650 | Where sold he Bargains, Whip- stitch, kiss my Arse, Promis''d a Play and dwindled to a Farce? |
A36650 | Whilst in ignoble ease I am left behind, And shall I call you cruel, or too kind? |
A36650 | Who did to th''cruel Boy the power permit Both to Command us, and our Wit? |
A36650 | Who ever ask''d the Witnesses high Race, Whose Oath with Martyrdom did Stephen grace? |
A36650 | Who for preferments at a Court would wait, Where every Gudgeon''s nibbling at the bait? |
A36650 | Who sues for Justice to his Throne in Vain? |
A36650 | Who the wild Waves, and brackish Sea could chuse, And these still Shades, and these sweet Streams refuse? |
A36650 | Who would not now a solemn Mourning keep, When Pan himself and fair Lovisa weep? |
A36650 | Whom flyst thou? |
A36650 | Whom has he Wrong''d in all his Peacefull Reign? |
A36650 | Why Gallus? |
A36650 | Why Philomel dost mourn, the Thracian rage? |
A36650 | Why am I all the tedious night in pain? |
A36650 | Why am I forc''d, like Heav''n, against my mind, To make Examples of another Kind? |
A36650 | Why am I scanted by a Niggard Birth? |
A36650 | Why are the kisses which he gave betray''d, By the Impression which his teeth had made? |
A36650 | Why art thou so incorrigibly Civil? |
A36650 | Why do I see your Billets come and go? |
A36650 | Why do I wish to sleep, but wish in vain? |
A36650 | Why do your Locks and rumpled Head- cloaths shew''T was more than usual sleep that made''em so? |
A36650 | Why does your Bed all tumbled seem to say, See what they''ve done, see where the Lovers lay? |
A36650 | Why dost thou smile, Triumphant Ravisher? |
A36650 | Why dost thou weep? |
A36650 | Why hast thou thus undone thy self and me? |
A36650 | Why may not my attempts successfull prove, Assisted by Divinity, and Love? |
A36650 | Why name I Men, when Love extended finds His pow''r on high, and in Celestial Minds? |
A36650 | Why not as well contend with Phoebus too? |
A36650 | Why rave I for what crack- brain''d Bards devise, Or name their lewd unconscionable lyes? |
A36650 | Why shou''d your pow''rfull Charms your pride create, Your pride your onely fault, my onely Fate? |
A36650 | Why should I speak of the ● 14 Megarian Maid, For Love perfidious, and by Love betray''d? |
A36650 | Why should I tell, what Vows Corinna made? |
A36650 | Why should I then Repine at Heavens Decree; Which gives me no Pretence to Royalty? |
A36650 | Why then should I, encouraging the Bad, Turn Rebel, and run Popularly Mad? |
A36650 | Why thy old faithfull Souldier wilt thou see Opprest in thy own Tents? |
A36650 | Why was not I with Fins, like Fishes, made, That I, like them, might in the Deep have play''d? |
A36650 | Why, Daphnis, dost thou search in old Records, To know the seasons when the stars arise? |
A36650 | With Her how fast the ● lowing hours run on? |
A36650 | With what rich globes did her soft bosome swell? |
A36650 | Without new Gowns, and Coaches, who can live? |
A36650 | Woud David have you thought his Darling Son? |
A36650 | Wouldst thou be happy? |
A36650 | Wouldst thou the Muses too Controll, vain Boy; Nor let their King his Harp Enjoy? |
A36650 | Ye Naiades, what held you from his aid, When to unpiti''d flames he was betray''d? |
A36650 | Ye Nyades, why came ye not away? |
A36650 | Yet did I blush? |
A36650 | Yet when she child me for my kind Embrace, Did any guilty Blush spread o''er my Face? |
A36650 | Yet, grant our Lords the People Kings can make, What prudent men a setled Throne woud shake? |
A36650 | You''l say, what are my pains to you? |
A36650 | Your Pallet prest, your Bed disorder''d too? |
A36650 | and why betray Thy usefull Slave, and have her turn''d away? |
A36650 | can you here feign delay? |
A36650 | could barbarous rage prevail So far, the sacred Muses to assail? |
A36650 | could she strive? |
A36650 | deny? |
A36650 | hast thou no remorse? |
A36650 | how did I gazing dye? |
A36650 | how do I envy thee? |
A36650 | how long they stay when she is gone? |
A36650 | how much happier and more safe are they? |
A36650 | how small his share of Fame? |
A36650 | let him come for now he may Have thy Lambs stray''d? |
A36650 | let''em for ever stray: Dorinda frown''d? |
A36650 | must I dye for Love? |
A36650 | must I never more my Country see, But in strange Lands an endless Exile be? |
A36650 | my Alexias, whither do you stray, Whilst in my Maiden Widdow''d bed I lye, More wretched than the Dead, and wish to dye? |
A36650 | or has Dorinda frown''d? |
A36650 | or how is it consistent with your Zeal of the publick Welfare, to promote Sedition? |
A36650 | soft Love with sharp disdain? |
A36650 | what first shall I bemoan? |
A36650 | what frenzy fills thy brest? |
A36650 | what makes all the Trees Begin to bow their heads, the Goats their Knees? |
A36650 | what tears procure him ease? |
A36650 | whence came that guilty thought? |
A36650 | whence should come, Thy sad Complaints to Heaven, and why so long Ungathered on their Trees thy Apples hung? |
A36650 | whence sprung my ill plac''t Love? |
A36650 | whither on thy way so fast? |
A36650 | who made you Iudges in Israel? |
A36650 | who wou''d on thee rely, And thus at every moment wish to dye? |
A36650 | whom dost thou avoid? |
A36650 | whom fly? |
A36650 | why am I so uneasie grown? |
A36650 | with what charms did she my Soul surprise? |
A36650 | with whom? |
A36650 | — And what Pretence have I To take up Arms for Publick Liberty? |
A36650 | 〈 … 〉 I a young Seaman grow, 〈 … 〉 a Cutlace in my hand? |
A39808 | ''T is he and Roderigo; What Peace dwells in their Faces? |
A39808 | ''T is very well, is your blood so hot, I''faith, my Minx? |
A39808 | ( aside) He''s in, and now have at him — Are you the Master, Sir? |
A39808 | ( aside) No end of my misfortunes? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. Do you sleep a Nights? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. Is there no unkindness you have receiv''d from any Friend, or Parent? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. What Ails him, who has stirr''d him? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. What flaws and gusts of Weather we have had these three days? |
A39808 | 2 Gen. Have you no fearful Dreams? |
A39808 | 2 Gen. Mercy on me, how he stares? |
A39808 | 2 Gen. You find no sickness? |
A39808 | A Boy, I think; stay, Why may not he direct us? |
A39808 | A Piece of pretty Holiness; do you shrink, my Master? |
A39808 | Abed, abed, D''ye hear? |
A39808 | Alas Sir, do you ask a Child? |
A39808 | Alas, Sir, What wou''d you have me do? |
A39808 | All? |
A39808 | Alms do you ● all it, to relieve these Rascalls? |
A39808 | Am I Fool''d on all sides? |
A39808 | An Excise man? |
A39808 | And Horses too, ha? |
A39808 | And a Sword by her side to keep the Wolves off? |
A39808 | And from thence scrambled over the Wall into the Park, and so to the Devil? |
A39808 | And have Religious Bloud hang o''re our Heads? |
A39808 | And how do you know she got out at the Garden, ha? |
A39808 | And is your Reckoning stated right with Heav''n? |
A39808 | And say Grace to boild Meat? |
A39808 | And shall I conclude my Pains? |
A39808 | And shall I have a Coach? |
A39808 | Are the Vows you have made, too mighty for you? |
A39808 | Are there any Saints that understand by sign only? |
A39808 | Are they all set? |
A39808 | Are they so fierce? |
A39808 | Are ye peeping? |
A39808 | Are ye so willing then to go? |
A39808 | Are you of this Country, Sir? |
A39808 | Are you prepar''d to dye, Sir? |
A39808 | Are you serious in this request, Sir? |
A39808 | Are you so Hot, I Faith? |
A39808 | Are your Lips Sealed, or do you scorn to Answer? |
A39808 | Ay marry Sir, where''s my Horse now? |
A39808 | Ay, a Drum; didst never see a Drum, mun? |
A39808 | Ay, but the Drum, the Drum Sir, did not you hear the Drum? |
A39808 | B ● t where are we, Curio? |
A39808 | Basto; who''s there? |
A39808 | Bear no Respect to what I seem; were I a Saint indeed, why shou''d that stagger ye? |
A39808 | But I must be an Ass: Here, Sirrah, see''em reliev''d for once; do''t effectually too; d''ye hear? |
A39808 | But hast thou any Money? |
A39808 | But how shall I recover him? |
A39808 | But what could be her business here? |
A39808 | But what if, after all, this Godly Geer, Is not so Senceless as it wou''d appear? |
A39808 | But where is she now? |
A39808 | But why shou''d I still wander thus, and be a Coxcomb, tire out my P ● ● ce and Pleasure for a Girl? |
A39808 | CAn she slip through a Key- hole? |
A39808 | Can Fools and Mad- folks then be Tutors to me? |
A39808 | Can a Father''s Nature, a Noble Father''s too? |
A39808 | Can any wind blow rough upon a blossom so fair and tender? |
A39808 | Can they feel my Sores, yet I insensible? |
A39808 | Can ye sink, Gaffer? |
A39808 | Can you be angry? |
A39808 | Can you imagine who put this Trick upon you? |
A39808 | Can''st thou Preach? |
A39808 | Canst thou shew''em me? |
A39808 | Canst thou tell me if this be the way to the Town? |
A39808 | Captain Poor- Quarter, will ye move? |
A39808 | Captain, how dost thou, Captain? |
A39808 | Come, Sir, will you retire quietly to your Chamber? |
A39808 | Come, will ye troop up, Porridge Regiment? |
A39808 | Curse on my Dulness, why did I not open this? |
A39808 | D''ye hear the Drum? |
A39808 | D''ye hear, Verdugo? |
A39808 | D''ye quarrel in my Kingdom? |
A39808 | D''ye remember Ioan, Captain? |
A39808 | Did it look noble to be o''re- laid with odds? |
A39808 | Did it seem manly in a multitude to opp ● ess you? |
A39808 | Did they seem Friends? |
A39808 | Do ye dispute, Sirrah? |
A39808 | Do ye fear the Billows? |
A39808 | Do you fear? |
A39808 | Do you find your Pennance sharp? |
A39808 | Do you hear, Master? |
A39808 | Do you make sport with their Miseries? |
A39808 | Do you need me any farther, Captain? |
A39808 | Do you perceive him now? |
A39808 | Do''s the Crack go that way, old Hunger, ha? |
A39808 | Do? |
A39808 | Does the Sea stagger ye? |
A39808 | Dost hear, Boy? |
A39808 | Dost know me? |
A39808 | Dost know what place this is, Child? |
A39808 | Dost thou dwell in Segovia, Fool? |
A39808 | Dost thou s ● e that S ● ar there? |
A39808 | Dost thou seek more Coals still to sear thy Conscience? |
A39808 | Dost thou want any thing? |
A39808 | For thy Coronation — I''ll do''t; But Mony down; dost hear? |
A39808 | Hah, more Motion yet? |
A39808 | Han''t you been Bouncing about them? |
A39808 | Hark thee, Pilgrim; wilt thou take a Spit and a Stride, and try if thou canst out- run us? |
A39808 | Hark ye young Man; Can you beat a Drum? |
A39808 | Hark you, Madam, you had a Gillian once; nimble Chaps I think we call''d her: Pray is this the Lady? |
A39808 | Has not her Father found her? |
A39808 | Hast thou any Friends, Kindred, or Alliance, or any higher Ambition than an Alms Basket? |
A39808 | Hast thou seen Rod ● ● igo lately? |
A39808 | Have I got the Itch, Scrub, or do I look like some of thy Acquaintance hung in Gibbets? |
A39808 | Have I not always serv''d you faithfully? |
A39808 | Have ye consider''d the Nature of these Men, and how they have us''d you? |
A39808 | Have ye then conspir''d ● ye Slaves? |
A39808 | Have you found your Tongue then? |
A39808 | Have you kill''d his Father, or his Mother, or strangled any of his Kindred? |
A39808 | Have you met her yet? |
A39808 | Have you ne''er heard, Sir, of the Noble Pedro yet? |
A39808 | He did not see him, did he? |
A39808 | He holds me hard; thou hast a mind to speak to me, he Weeps: What would''st thou say, my Child? |
A39808 | Here are no Souldiers, no Body from the King to Attack you, are you all mad? |
A39808 | Here''s a Halter, noble Captain, what service have you for t? |
A39808 | Hold, hold; no Civil Wars, d''ye hear? |
A39808 | How Artfully she sav''d him? |
A39808 | How I Tremble? |
A39808 | How cunningly she pleaded for him? |
A39808 | How dark and hot it is? |
A39808 | How do you like the Walks? |
A39808 | How dost thou? |
A39808 | How he Sighs? |
A39808 | How he looks? |
A39808 | How in the name of mischief got he out? |
A39808 | How is''t with the Scholar? |
A39808 | How my self from Violence? |
A39808 | How shall I Save him? |
A39808 | How steadfastly this Man looks upon me? |
A39808 | How thoughtfully he looks? |
A39808 | I fain wou''d wooe his Fancy into Peace; I see''t is much disturb''d — Will you not try to take a moment''s Rest? |
A39808 | I force her to a strong Dog, do n''t I? |
A39808 | I grant you, Roderigo is all these, and a brave Gentleman: But does it therefore follow, she must doat upon him? |
A39808 | I know what to do, I warrant ye; I''m for all fancies; I can talk to''em, and dispute if occasion be — Who lies here? |
A39808 | I never saw such Pidgeon- hearted Rogues: what Drum, you Fools? |
A39808 | I seek my self; sure, something I remember bea ● s that Motto? |
A39808 | I shall not be obey''d then? |
A39808 | I''ll Cool you, Mistriss; Must you be jumping Joan? |
A39808 | I''ll follow her, but who shall plague her Father there? |
A39808 | I''ll make him a new Mantle? |
A39808 | If Men cou''d Sail to Heav''n in Porridge- pots, with Masts of Beef and Mutton, what a Voyage shou''d I make? |
A39808 | If he''s such rare company now he''s sober, what will he be over a Bottle? |
A39808 | If it be base in Wretches low like these, what must it be in one that''s born like you? |
A39808 | If y''are prepar''d, How can you be so angry, so perplext''d? |
A39808 | Intimate? |
A39808 | Is he turn''d Changeling? |
A39808 | Is it Repentance, or a Disguise for Mischief? |
A39808 | Is it Revenge to Saint your Enemy; Clap the Dove''s, Wings of Downy Peace upon him, and let him soar to Heaven, is this Revenge? |
A39808 | Is it a Vision? |
A39808 | Is not that Pedro? |
A39808 | Is old Alphonso a- sleep? |
A39808 | Is she Invisible? |
A39808 | Is the Rogue so bold? |
A39808 | Is there any hopes; do ye think I cou''d buy my Pardon? |
A39808 | Is there not an old Gentleman come lately here? |
A39808 | Is this the Boy you''d shew me? |
A39808 | Is''t not a Fairy? |
A39808 | Is''t not a Man I force her to? |
A39808 | Is''t not so? |
A39808 | Is''t possible? |
A39808 | It is impossible: Have you seen no one yet? |
A39808 | It pleas''d me much: what cou''d it be? |
A39808 | Iuletta''s Face and Tongue; is she run mad too? |
A39808 | Iuletta, the Pilgrim, where is he? |
A39808 | Iuletta, what is there for me to be merry at? |
A39808 | Joy; why what Joy, i''th name of Venus, wou''d you have, but a Husband? |
A39808 | L ● t me see: he has a mind to be rid of her, why should not I? |
A39808 | Let me look once again; but that the Cloaths are different — Sure''t is not she — How tenderly it presses me? |
A39808 | Long here? |
A39808 | May be I love Noise? |
A39808 | Mercy on me, Sir, is''t you? |
A39808 | Must I come in too? |
A39808 | Must my good Angels wait upon him? |
A39808 | Must this Man Dye? |
A39808 | My yo, yo, yo, yo, young La- Lady is gone — Alph I know she''s gone, you Dog, but where? |
A39808 | Not a Word; Do n''t we see his Garrisons? |
A39808 | Now tell me how ye like him? |
A39808 | Now, what think you of him? |
A39808 | O, are you there Mistriss? |
A39808 | O, shall we never meet happy? |
A39808 | Obey''d? |
A39808 | Of you Sir? |
A39808 | Oh brave English Man? |
A39808 | Or does the World allure you to look back, and make you mourn the softer Hours you have lost? |
A39808 | Or has he no Sisters? |
A39808 | Or is theresome design in this? |
A39808 | Or what seems dangerous to Love and Fury? |
A39808 | Pedro: the Devil it is? |
A39808 | Pendragon was a Shentleman, mark you, Sir? |
A39808 | Pilgrim, come hither; are you a Pilgrim, Sir? |
A39808 | Pray be not angry; if he must, I''ll do it: But must he now? |
A39808 | Pray what is that, Sir? |
A39808 | Pray will ye make less stir, and see your Chamber? |
A39808 | Pray, Sir, may I sleep? |
A39808 | Pray, who was that? |
A39808 | Prethee bring me to thy Captain, where''s thy Captain, Fellow? |
A39808 | Right, a Foot, a little Foot, a young Where''s Foot? |
A39808 | Roderigo? |
A39808 | Rugged indeed; Such different Tempers, where can you ever hope to reconcile? |
A39808 | Say you so? |
A39808 | Servant? |
A39808 | Shall I Marry the Man I love? |
A39808 | Shall he die now? |
A39808 | Shall we part, and go several ways? |
A39808 | Shall we wake him before we kill him, or after? |
A39808 | She said''t was good to rub my Understanding; is''t Bread or Cheese? |
A39808 | Shews seldom alter me, Sir, pray what place is''t? |
A39808 | So, now, what art thou? |
A39808 | Stand nearer: Ha? |
A39808 | Tell me that; resolve me; Can she fly i''th Air? |
A39808 | The Boy has shaken me: What wou''dst thou have me do? |
A39808 | The Boy''s in''s Fit again: Are ye not asham''d to torment him thus? |
A39808 | The Garden, Sir, the Garden; was it so? |
A39808 | These are his Cloaths; but where''s he? |
A39808 | Those there; those things that come upon us: Did not I say these Woods had Wonder in''em? |
A39808 | Thou great Example of Humanity, dost thou forgive me? |
A39808 | Thou speak''st thou know''st not what: What dares not Woman, when she is provok''d? |
A39808 | Thy Father hates my Friends and Family; and thou hast been the Heir of all his Malice; can two such Storms then meet, and part without Kissing? |
A39808 | Was he alone? |
A39808 | We shall have Eggs then; and shall I sit upon''em? |
A39808 | Well Rascal, have you any News of her? |
A39808 | Well, how goes Disobedience to day? |
A39808 | Well, what News? |
A39808 | Wh ● t''s that it points at? |
A39808 | What Country Craver are you? |
A39808 | What Country were you born in, I pray? |
A39808 | What Danger? |
A39808 | What Devil brought thee hither? |
A39808 | What Joy have I in View? |
A39808 | What Poor attend my Charity to day, Iuletta? |
A39808 | What The Pox made thee Mad? |
A39808 | What Thieves are they, dost know? |
A39808 | What a Pox makes ye spoil company? |
A39808 | What a friendly Calm? |
A39808 | What a pox have we got here? |
A39808 | What am I? |
A39808 | What are all these here? |
A39808 | What are these? |
A39808 | What art thou? |
A39808 | What can this mean? |
A39808 | What care have ye had of that? |
A39808 | What do the Villains gaze at? |
A39808 | What do you fear? |
A39808 | What do you want, Sir? |
A39808 | What dost talk to me of noises? |
A39808 | What dost thou complain for, Boy? |
A39808 | What dost thou mean by my Chamber? |
A39808 | What else; Who dares reprieve him? |
A39808 | What has the Boy done to him? |
A39808 | What have I done to call my Truth in question? |
A39808 | What have you brought me here, So ● diers? |
A39808 | What is a Trifle? |
A39808 | What is''t that has frighted you thus out of your Senses? |
A39808 | What is''t these Strangers seem so much surpriz''d at? |
A39808 | What kind of Blessing doe''s your Devotion point at, Still more Ducking? |
A39808 | What makes her look so thoughtful? |
A39808 | What makes him here thus clad? |
A39808 | What men are these? |
A39808 | What say you, Thick- skull, which way did she get out? |
A39808 | What shall I do? |
A39808 | What shou''d a Poet do? |
A39808 | What strange Musick was that we heard far off? |
A39808 | What the Devil art thou? |
A39808 | What the Devil have you done Pilgrim, to make him rave and rage thus? |
A39808 | What the Devil would this old Spark be at? |
A39808 | What think ye of him for a sober Man now? |
A39808 | What think you now Soldiers? |
A39808 | What wou''d the Flirt have? |
A39808 | What wou''d you say, if we shou''d first begin To Stop the Trade of Love, behind the Scene: Where Actresses make bold with maried Men? |
A39808 | What wou''dst thou have, Child? |
A39808 | What would you have us do? |
A39808 | What''s his fault, Captain? |
A39808 | What''s that lies there? |
A39808 | What''s that there? |
A39808 | What''s the matter with thee, Child? |
A39808 | What''s this noise about? |
A39808 | What, do you seek, good Men? |
A39808 | What, not a Word? |
A39808 | What, what, what hast thou got in thy Head? |
A39808 | Where did she lye? |
A39808 | Where did you take him? |
A39808 | Where is she, Infamy? |
A39808 | Where is that Jewel? |
A39808 | Where is''t? |
A39808 | Where was it, Sirrah, where was it? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy you brought in e''n now? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy, ye Slut you? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy, you Blockhead you? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy? |
A39808 | Where''s thy Captain, Fellow? |
A39808 | Which is the Man, Sir? |
A39808 | Which way shall we go? |
A39808 | Whither shou''d we go? |
A39808 | Who a Vengeance looks to her? |
A39808 | Who has let the Fool loose here? |
A39808 | Who have we out now? |
A39808 | Who lay with her? |
A39808 | Who looks to the Boy? |
A39808 | Who looks to the Prentice? |
A39808 | Who robb''d you, Pilgrim? |
A39808 | Who talks of Barly? |
A39808 | Who the Devil is he? |
A39808 | Who''s that? |
A39808 | Who''s that? |
A39808 | Who''s this? |
A39808 | Why am I not obeyed? |
A39808 | Why are not these poor Wretches serv''d yet? |
A39808 | Why art thou so disturb''d at their Refusal; if''t is my Life alone ● hou''want''st, why with thy own curst hand dost thou not take it? |
A39808 | Why do you grieve? |
A39808 | Why do you not obey your Chief? |
A39808 | Why do you shun me thus? |
A39808 | Why does he look so earnestly upon me? |
A39808 | Why dost thou ask that Question? |
A39808 | Why have ye let her go, to despise and laugh at me? |
A39808 | Why, my best Boy? |
A39808 | Why? |
A39808 | Will the Boy do it? |
A39808 | Will ye sit down and sleep? |
A39808 | Will ye view our Castle? |
A39808 | Will you allow no Liberty in chusing? |
A39808 | Will you buss me, and tickle me, and make me Laugh? |
A39808 | Will you go out, and not make disturbances here? |
A39808 | Will you walk into the Cole- house, Gaffer? |
A39808 | Wilt have any Beef, Boy? |
A39808 | Wilt thou declaim in Greek? |
A39808 | With all my heart; d''ye want a band, Sir? |
A39808 | Wo''t be my Chaplain? |
A39808 | Work Sacred Innocence to be a Devil? |
A39808 | Wou''d you have Money, Sir, or Meat, or a Wench? |
A39808 | Ye are not much hurt, Sir? |
A39808 | Yes of you Sir; why, what are you Sir? |
A39808 | Yes, What do you want? |
A39808 | You are Holy Pilgrims, are you not? |
A39808 | You are Pilgrims, Sirs, Is''t not so? |
A39808 | You are a — Must I give my Money to every Rogue that carries a grave Look in''s Face? |
A39808 | You hear of no Preparations the King intends against us? |
A39808 | You stinking Whore, who did this for you? |
A39808 | You''ll give us Leave to wait upon you? |
A39808 | You''ll give us Leave to wait upon you? |
A39808 | [ to Pedro] Well, Sir, have you got your Compliments ready too, and your empty Purse? |
A39808 | a Girl that scorns me too? |
A39808 | a thing that hates me; and, consider at the best, is but a short Breakfast for a hot Appetite? |
A39808 | are ye at Murder? |
A39808 | had your Mother this excellent Virtue too? |
A39808 | handsom young Boys? |
A39808 | hav ● I split your Mizen? |
A39808 | is there ne''re a hole to creep into? |
A39808 | nothing but Motion? |
A39808 | or Scorn from what you lov''d? |
A39808 | or is it She? |
A39808 | that I shou''d be your Friend? |
A39808 | that just above the Sun? |
A39808 | use Violence to that Habit? |
A39808 | was it well? |
A39808 | what D ● ● e, Monkey, ha? |
A39808 | what a Plague did I do amongst these Rogues? |
A39808 | what can this mean? |
A39808 | what do you run from? |
A39808 | what fuel''s this to feed thy Flame? |
A39808 | what is''t that frights you thus? |
A39808 | what nothing but a bow; Modesty? |
A39808 | what''s to be done? |
A39808 | where is''t? |
A39808 | which way did he go? |
A39808 | why were not my Doors ● hut? |
A39808 | will ye give me two pence, Gaffer, and here''s a Crow Flower, and a Dazie? |
A39808 | will ye murder me? |
A39808 | ye holy Saints, can ye see that? |
A39808 | your Friend; and why your Friend, Sirrah, Meager Chaps? |
A39808 | — And what Chamber is''t thou would''st have me go quietly to? |
A39808 | — But hark ye, Sir; have ye no Boys? |
A39808 | — D''ye hear, Sir? |
A39808 | — Do ye not stir? |
A39808 | — Pray how did you get him hither? |
A39808 | — Say ye so, old Boy? |
A39808 | — The King of Spades? |
A44657 | A dressing, or setting up a Barber''s shop, Here the teeth lye, what''s this an old head? |
A44657 | A woman? |
A44657 | Achilles all alone Thus with himself begins, How long shall I Endure a Mother''s fearfull subtilty? |
A44657 | Alas he dares not welcome such a thought He onely dares to wish none else should have you; But who must be so happy? |
A44657 | Alas, what a condition Fortune throws him in? |
A44657 | And all are cheated with the name of things? |
A44657 | And am I still oblig''d to pay, When you had thrown the Bond away? |
A44657 | And can not you convert him? |
A44657 | And dreadlesse at thy winged lightnings flame Or slighted Thunders, find our fears were vain? |
A44657 | And have they taken him? |
A44657 | And in this soft e ● ● eminate Prison lose My noblest thoughts? |
A44657 | And is he with the Princesse? |
A44657 | And is she there in person? |
A44657 | And prom ● s ● d hairs? |
A44657 | And so ● scap''t? |
A44657 | And those which hardly once from Tyrus came, Shall I perswade to go to Sea again? |
A44657 | And why? |
A44657 | And will you ● ● ill be constant? |
A44657 | And with her self ruine the lov''d Youth too? |
A44657 | Ansis autem solere teneri vasa, quis dubitet? |
A44657 | Are my sad dreams then just? |
A44657 | Are none yet arm''d, no Ships yet thrust from shores? |
A44657 | Are we grown bankrupt and unarmed thus? |
A44657 | Are you the Gentleman? |
A44657 | As Sunshine equally on all reflects, Yet to one object most no beam directs? |
A44657 | As how and how? |
A44657 | As how can it be done? |
A44657 | At hand Sir with 5000 men; wer''t not best We should defer the storm till then? |
A44657 | At length unto Aeneas thus she saies, Hast thou design''d all these dissembling ways? |
A44657 | BUt upon what injury, Phylanter? |
A44657 | Besides, who would have ghest, Or now can think, how they come by their aid? |
A44657 | But Phylanter, VVhat certain intelligence have you? |
A44657 | But are you sure he comes? |
A44657 | But do you think he has lost his reason so? |
A44657 | But from whence? |
A44657 | But how was his return? |
A44657 | But now, Madam, VVhat is the next thing we must act? |
A44657 | But should not you consider? |
A44657 | But the fair Queen( for who can long deceive A Lover?) |
A44657 | But who are these? |
A44657 | But why do I delay? |
A44657 | But why these quarrells? |
A44657 | But yet, why should not I still go with thee, And bear thine ensigne? |
A44657 | COme Lycespes, is the alarme given To amuse them on t''other side? |
A44657 | Came you from my son? |
A44657 | Can Pelion, or cold Ossa, shew such sights? |
A44657 | Can dust shut up in graves, or Ghosts have cares? |
A44657 | Can frantick Vows appease"A flame, which life and blood still fuell gives,"And in whose breast the wound in silence lives? |
A44657 | Can love have any? |
A44657 | Can not I throw his scatter''d limbs to waves, And give his friends too such unpittied graves? |
A44657 | Can sick men joy in health? |
A44657 | Come Gentlemen, What''s to be done? |
A44657 | Come Hyppasus, how fares the noble Mironault? |
A44657 | Come, what is''t, Pysander? |
A44657 | Could she herself to all be so unjust, To act such thef ●, and yet expect a trust? |
A44657 | Could there, false man, be so much ill in thee, In silence to have fled this place and me? |
A44657 | Did ever Turk think of so many torments, And in what order too he marshal''d them? |
A44657 | Did not thy fatall Boat, But lately, as if lost in tempests, float? |
A44657 | Did that young Prince command that day the Army? |
A44657 | Did you scorn, Sister, I should die with you? |
A44657 | Didst thou not carry, o''re this fatall Deep, One that appear''d severe, yet strictly good? |
A44657 | Do you not know me? |
A44657 | Dost thou agree? |
A44657 | Dost thou not see how all amaz''d admire Aeacides, the object of desire? |
A44657 | Dot ● strong necessity, or their own designe, Or piety unknown, th ● m thus incline? |
A44657 | Doth not Sperchios still for me complain? |
A44657 | For farther satisfaction of you; Who waits there? |
A44657 | For whilst he lay within his living Tomb, How could ● e but contract what was your own? |
A44657 | For who can bear at so unjust a rate, Stains on a marriage- bed, with such deceit? |
A44657 | For who would not have fled To see such swarms, by troops of Princes led? |
A44657 | For whose first steps but his were taught to go"In the Aemo ● ian Valleys thorough Snow?" |
A44657 | For why should I dissemble? |
A44657 | For, which of all our Prophets can deny Thy judgment equall to their Prophesie? |
A44657 | From whence com''st thou? |
A44657 | From whence come you? |
A44657 | From whence comest thou, — Ha, — What newes? |
A44657 | From whose Army? |
A44657 | HAs no one yet brought any news? |
A44657 | HOw far is''t to his Quarters now? |
A44657 | HOw much unknown is reall happinesse? |
A44657 | Ha — extreamly fair — Come perhaps for to revenge The scandall of her sex upon me — Is it on me Fair maid, that you would lay commands? |
A44657 | Ha: hast thou learnt no particulars? |
A44657 | Handsome? |
A44657 | Hang you, what do I know? |
A44657 | Have you an interest in his pardon then? |
A44657 | His Friends and Navy did by me return From death to life, Ah in what flames I burn? |
A44657 | His knowing Moth ● r, finding the fit time, Was now, thus said; Canst thou, dear Son, repine With this fair crue, to share unknown delights? |
A44657 | His line from Heav''n so directly brought ●"For whom, but him, such care would Thetis have,"To arm his fair limbs with the Stygian wave? |
A44657 | Hold, on your lives; how, Phylanter? |
A44657 | How couldst thou chuse but guesse it? |
A44657 | How do you know? |
A44657 | How do you like it, Sir? |
A44657 | How go matters? |
A44657 | How has Philanter injured him, or I obliged him? |
A44657 | How insolent the Rogue is? |
A44657 | How justly does Love''s- god his power show, In making the unconstant ever so? |
A44657 | How noble in his Soul? |
A44657 | How now, what news, O Phylanter? |
A44657 | How now, what news? |
A44657 | How now, what''s that? |
A44657 | How now? |
A44657 | How now? |
A44657 | How now? |
A44657 | How often have I heard His prayers sent to heaven for your joys, T ● at now denies to look upon his woes? |
A44657 | How shall the common people fare, if thus They venture first their injuries on us? |
A44657 | How slow you are to crown Me and your self with happinesse? |
A44657 | How weary all the World and I Am grown of one another? |
A44657 | I am not turn''d a woman quite with this, But yet a while conceal this stealth of blisse? |
A44657 | I confesse, nothing went ever neer my heart, Unlesse it were your Love, but what availeth sighes and tears? |
A44657 | I have both ready for thy sake — How — — Phylanter — VVhat Riddle''s this —? |
A44657 | I pray what is''t? |
A44657 | I prethee why? |
A44657 | I thank you — — Whither does Love thus hurry me? |
A44657 | I think as much; indeed he speaks as well As any that I knew these six King''s Reigns: VVhere is he, Quinever? |
A44657 | I ● this your kindnesse? |
A44657 | I''le presse them nobly: Are they many? |
A44657 | I''st a handsome man? |
A44657 | I, Madam? |
A44657 | I? |
A44657 | IS my Captain here? |
A44657 | IS this the house, Phylanter? |
A44657 | If I for thee Shar''d with a Mortall my Divinity? |
A44657 | If you can give it? |
A44657 | Ille tamen qualis rediit Salamine relictâ, In Corum atque Eurum solitus saevire flagellis Barbarus, Aeolio nunquam hoc in carcere passos? |
A44657 | Is Phylanter, Prepar''d to fight? |
A44657 | Is gentlenesse disgrace? |
A44657 | Is he here, Peter? |
A44657 | Is it to see My Brother ruine all? |
A44657 | Is she come, then? |
A44657 | Is there a better way? |
A44657 | Is there a possibility to know, Your meaning then? |
A44657 | Is this a Foster- child''s return? |
A44657 | Is this free Hymen? |
A44657 | Is this our nuptiall bed''s designed right, To be bestow''d and ravish''d in one night? |
A44657 | Is your troublesome Worship there again? |
A44657 | Is''t not me you flie? |
A44657 | It causes the Princesse constant progresse Into these parts — But who are these? |
A44657 | Know then, the sister to wrong''d- Mironault must ask: Does it not startle you? |
A44657 | Know''st thou not Venus from the Sea first came, Mistresse both of the Ocean and my flame? |
A44657 | Love has caused all my trouble, And if thy brother thinks me such a blessing Why doth not he then wish it? |
A44657 | Madam, Will you consent to have this Gentleman? |
A44657 | Madam, for heaven''s sake; why, Madam? |
A44657 | Madam, what do you mean? |
A44657 | Madam? |
A44657 | Many upon this, gave him the name of Happy: But he crying out, asked, For what sadder death Fortune had reserved him? |
A44657 | Marry come up, what, love that transparent nose of thine That gives the Serenades when thou sleepest? |
A44657 | May I believe,( fair wonder of your Sex) That though your cruelty designes my fate, Yet you''re displeas''d, that these should be The Executioners? |
A44657 | May not my right hand chose One armed dart, nor more pursue wild game? |
A44657 | May we be worth thy visit once again? |
A44657 | Meer sympathy Guides me to love thee, dost thou not find Some such kind of thing for me? |
A44657 | Mercy on us, what have we here, December, with the too scurvy months at her ● eels? |
A44657 | Might not Ascanius perish by my sword, Then dish the Boy up to his fathers board? |
A44657 | Must I for nothing look, That''s brave, who such a Master so forsook? |
A44657 | Must these soft things employ, And arm Achilles for the War of Troy? |
A44657 | My Lord, why are you mov''d? |
A44657 | My cause, Sir? |
A44657 | NO news yet? |
A44657 | Needst thou to blush? |
A44657 | Neglects Ausonia, and Lavinian plains? |
A44657 | No Scouts return''d yet? |
A44657 | Nor did Aeneas looks admit an odds,"But with his lustre equalled the gods? |
A44657 | Nor yet discernest how the prosperous gales, With gentle invitations court thy sails? |
A44657 | Not I, but rather tel to me, What she does there? |
A44657 | Nothing but Seas and Winds are deaf to prayers, And Beasts to mercy; who would expect A hidden ● orm in undisturbed skies? |
A44657 | Now have I ague: what tends This whisperig to? |
A44657 | Now you afflict me more: Is there a way, To be a friend and stranger to your breast, Though''t is ambition, to be an humble one? |
A44657 | Now — what''s the matter? |
A44657 | O Captain, what a hideous noise Was there ene now of bouncing, pray what i ● st? |
A44657 | O Phylena, why do you let me languish? |
A44657 | Or are you now forbid to own a fire,( Though kindled by the blessed shape you bear) Whilst rak''d in living ashes? |
A44657 | Or in that clearer breast a cruelty? |
A44657 | Or must we suffer too? |
A44657 | Or shall I flye after the Trojan sails, With whom the sense of kindnesse so prevails? |
A44657 | Or was it ever mine? |
A44657 | Or were I willing, would they give me leave; Or a scorn''d thing in their proud ships receive? |
A44657 | Or will the waves be lesser friends to us? |
A44657 | Ought I to beg, or onely to have fears? |
A44657 | Peter, is this he? |
A44657 | Pursue with flames, bring sails, employ your Oars; VVhat do I talk of, or where am I now? |
A44657 | Quis labor hic superis cantus herbasque sequendi, Spernendique timor? |
A44657 | Quisquámne secundis Tradere se fatis audet, nisi morte paratâ? |
A44657 | Receive Achilles Sister, as thy guest, Are not her Brothers looks in hers express''d? |
A44657 | Say you so, Sir? |
A44657 | Sed qualis rediit? |
A44657 | Seems she a person of any quality? |
A44657 | Shall I e''re see thee more, and thus remain? |
A44657 | Shall still these flaming words consume thy breast, And leave thy sex and passion unexprest? |
A44657 | Shall we endure these Phrygians, but half- men Seeking upon our shores their plunders then? |
A44657 | She follows me, and asks a thousand questions Among the rest Enquired what I was making at the gate? |
A44657 | She sure sits always still; but should I find Her in your World, Might she at last grow kind? |
A44657 | Should I use words, that scarce have time for tears? |
A44657 | Should she her Father tell,( what should she do?) |
A44657 | So Merchants for a tempting venture Bankrupt themselves; yet what wealth had I Before I knew my poverty from her? |
A44657 | Speak quickly,( or else why should me allow Those sacred Wreaths on thy adorned Brow?) |
A44657 | Straight before still, Peter? |
A44657 | Sweetest maid, I have some reason to believe he loves me, He can not sure dissemble; Wert thou ne''re yet in love? |
A44657 | Symathocles, would you not take it ill To have a Generall put o''re your head? |
A44657 | TEll me once, Dear, how it does prove That I so much for sworn could be? |
A44657 | THis is the house sure it should be By the description — How — VVorks thrown up? |
A44657 | That you might have within your power The ease of all your hard misfortunes? |
A44657 | The King replies, If now their looks invites, What would it do at Bacchanalian rites, Or circling Pallas shrines? |
A44657 | The gods protect and guide you, O Phylena, What''s to be done? |
A44657 | Then cries, O Iupiter, shall he thus flye, And fix on us so great a mockery? |
A44657 | Then slie Ulysses coming to him, said With a low voice, Why are we thus delay''d? |
A44657 | Then to her selfe, raises this sad discourse; What shall I do? |
A44657 | These with my hands I rais''d, my prayers fled To gods, did I compose thee for the dead To live behind? |
A44657 | This is injustice Mironault, Can you let wonder keep you thus from me? |
A44657 | This said, she kiss''d the bed, then cries, Must I Thus poorly fall, and unrevenged die? |
A44657 | This said, the unknown Youth the King receives,( Who finds out fraud when''t is a God deceives?) |
A44657 | This way Will Venus for her Phrygian Garland pay? |
A44657 | Thou heavenly- born, Canst thou soft sleep admit, Not sensible what dangers threaten yet? |
A44657 | To what am I now dying left? |
A44657 | To what purpose then Was he on Pelion bred, in Chiron''s den? |
A44657 | To whom sad Thetis said, Great Ocean''s King, Dost thou not see thy waves assistance bring To strange designes? |
A44657 | VVhat Citie shalt thou see? |
A44657 | VVhat is it, gentle Maid, you would desire? |
A44657 | VVhat rage, and impious fancies I allow? |
A44657 | VVhat want you now, Madam? |
A44657 | VVhat want you now, Madam? |
A44657 | VVhere stands he, Peter? |
A44657 | VVho have we here? |
A44657 | VVhy thou ingratefull piece of wise formality, How oft hast thou had warning to be wise? |
A44657 | VVith blazing brands, and with black serpents arm''d, VVhilst in the gate, revenging furies swarm''d? |
A44657 | WHat is the next thing now that must be done? |
A44657 | Was there ever such an old Almanack,[ aside At the end of the year Medicines set down? |
A44657 | Was this thy cruell fraud, was I so prest For such a Pile? |
A44657 | Well overtaken, Huntsmen, Is the Princesse Yet far behind? |
A44657 | Were I not nobly paid in his desert, I were in this? |
A44657 | What God with craft inspir''d the Mother''s mind, And unto softnesse her rough Son inclin''d? |
A44657 | What I directed you? |
A44657 | What are you bolted? |
A44657 | What business breeds this alteration? |
A44657 | What guest is this with unaccustom''d charms? |
A44657 | What if we could send away to Court? |
A44657 | What in this world shall ever be so happy? |
A44657 | What is it hope allows, Whilst thus with foes( delaying) he remains? |
A44657 | What is it makes the fearfull gods forbear To scorn both herbs and charms ▪ whence comes this fear? |
A44657 | What is''t thou canst not us compell to do? |
A44657 | What mean you Sir? |
A44657 | What mean you, Madam? |
A44657 | What mean you? |
A44657 | What means the Rogue? |
A44657 | What news? |
A44657 | What now, if from the Scyrian shores should flie Unto thine ears, thy lov''d Deidamia''s cry, Ravish''d by some, and calling on thy name? |
A44657 | What resistance does appear? |
A44657 | What should a wretch so much forsaken do? |
A44657 | What then, shall I alone these men pursue, Or let the armed Tyrians follow too? |
A44657 | What triumphs shalt thou have in Phrygian plains, To see thy son there feed the funerall flames? |
A44657 | What were thy thoughts now Dido at this sight, And what sad sighs did from thy breast take flight? |
A44657 | When he the Trojan fields shall stain with blood, And with like slaughters cram the blushing Flood? |
A44657 | Whence this joyning of Trees and Jews together, but from their having their Proseucha''s ordinarily set with them? |
A44657 | Where did the messenger say my Father was? |
A44657 | Where dost thou hide the Trojan''s fate? |
A44657 | Where lurks the Youth? |
A44657 | Where should I first complain? |
A44657 | Where''s Pysander? |
A44657 | Where, good Quinever? |
A44657 | Where? |
A44657 | Which at the Trumpet''s summons, freed thy breast From thought of friends, and thy lov''d flames suppress''d? |
A44657 | Whither dost thou Chiron''s lov''d charge now bear, Thetis, with Woman''s craft? |
A44657 | Who can restrain These limbs attempting to appease their flame? |
A44657 | Who''s this that calls with an unusuall note? |
A44657 | Whose youth such rigid principles was taught?" |
A44657 | Why Mitres, Drums, and gilded Stags- skins brought Hither with us? |
A44657 | Why do those charming looks appear so strange? |
A44657 | Why do thy angry eyes so madly run? |
A44657 | Why do you turn Away your head? |
A44657 | Why dost thou frown, and turn away thy face? |
A44657 | Why dost thou hide thy passionate designe, And in dissimulation bury time? |
A44657 | Why dost thou weep, since ● o the Ocean''s King, Thou art a Child, that must Heav''n issues bring? |
A44657 | Why might not we like wild beasts alwayes live, And know no cares that love and passion give? |
A44657 | Why should I need To tell my warres, i''th''woods from roars now freed? |
A44657 | Why were these Thyrsi and these Timbrels bought? |
A44657 | Why wouldst thou know? |
A44657 | Why, Captain, Captain? |
A44657 | Why, art thou mad, or dost thou think it fit, My Lady, should defend all wandring strangers, And enter into warres? |
A44657 | Why, is your Highnesse is earnest? |
A44657 | Why, what''s the newes? |
A44657 | Will not Troy''s ruine, your swel''d mind forbid To think where you were like a Virgin hid? |
A44657 | Will you take my advice, Sir? |
A44657 | With all her Army? |
A44657 | Would it not be worth a reward at least? |
A44657 | Wouldst go where she 〈 ◊ 〉 Now lives? |
A44657 | Yet consider, son, how will the King resent, That whil ● t he''s paying his duty to the Princesse He should be there surprised? |
A44657 | You have heard sure of the late accident:''T is odd; What think you? |
A44657 | You see old age''s witnesse on mine head, And these soft pledges of my marriage- bed, When shall the wish''d- for issues from these come? |
A44657 | You''re well met, my Lord, Was it a chance, Or your designe that brought you? |
A44657 | You, Lycespes, you Treason- hunter, How, I wonder, did it happen, we did not m ● et Your storming worship at the gate? |
A44657 | Your Brother would not have me then? |
A44657 | a woman? |
A44657 | alas, what ease"Can Temples bring? |
A44657 | and your life their aim? |
A44657 | businesse with me? |
A44657 | can you believe The world can shew a subject for your jealousie? |
A44657 | cujus commercia pacti Obs rictos tenuêre Deos? |
A44657 | for this were Altars drest? |
A44657 | have I thus long Lov''d you, and lov''d you religiously, now to have All my devotion question''d? |
A44657 | how brave in Arms? |
A44657 | how venture to relate This change to her that was so passionate? |
A44657 | ignota tantum pietate mere ● tur? |
A44657 | now from mine eyes, hee''s ravish''d quite, What guilty Virgin''s that salutes my sight? |
A44657 | or beg to be priz''d, By that Hiarbas whom I once despis''d? |
A44657 | or else do I appear Degenerate from them? |
A44657 | or is so void of sense, To chuse to have with you a difference? |
A44657 | or liberty Be pleasing unto captives? |
A44657 | or shall we free from fright See the dark air with sudden flashes bright? |
A44657 | or till I be Led captive by Hyarbas? |
A44657 | or why do you thus trust, My child alone? |
A44657 | parere necesse est, An juvat? |
A44657 | see''st thou not falsenesse fix''t upon The perjur''d race of fa ● se Laom ● don? |
A44657 | shall I go seek remorse Of slighted lovers? |
A44657 | should belief Betray me to more woe? |
A44657 | whither does he flie? |
A44657 | who have we hear, Philanter? |
A44657 | — In qua ● e quaero proseucha? |
A44657 | — Lycespes welcome; what news? |
A44657 | — What subtle trick — Must this fair Instrument bring about? |
A44657 | — how now, the Princesse too? |
A65112 | ''T is a destructive War? |
A65112 | ''Till Calchas was by Force and Threatning wrought: But why — Why dwell I on that anxious Thought? |
A65112 | ( For to what else Protection can we fly,) Seest thou the proud Rutulians, how they dare In Fields, unpunish''d, and insult my Care? |
A65112 | A Painted Quiver at her Back she bore; Vary''d with Spots, a Linx''s Hide she wore: And at full Cry pursu''d the tusky Boar? |
A65112 | A Prize in triumph born before your sight, And shun for fear the danger of the Fight? |
A65112 | After so many Fun''rals of thy own, Art thou restor''d to thy declining Town? |
A65112 | Ah, cruel Creature, whom dost thou despise? |
A65112 | Alas, said he, what mean these dismal Cries, What doleful Clamours from the Town arise? |
A65112 | And am I then preserv''d, and art thou lost? |
A65112 | And besides, what Virtue is there in a Tragedy, which is not contain''d in an Epick Poem? |
A65112 | And doubt we yet thro''Dangers to pursue The Paths of Honour, and a Crown in view? |
A65112 | And how came the Cuisses to be worse temper''d than the rest of his Armour, which was all wrought by Vulcan and his Journey- men? |
A65112 | And is it thus that Jove his plighted Faith regards? |
A65112 | And is not Fable then the Life and Subject of Poetry? |
A65112 | And must I dye, she said, And unreveng''d? |
A65112 | And shall th''ungrateful Traytor go, she said, My Land forsaken, and my Love betray''d? |
A65112 | And shall we doubt,( indulging easie Sloath,) To sow, to set, and to reform their growth? |
A65112 | And that the Gen''rous Mind, releas''d by Death, Can Covet lazy Limbs, and Mortal Breath? |
A65112 | And various Arts in order did succeed,( What can not endless Labour urg''d by need?) |
A65112 | And what Subject more fit for such a Pastoral, than that Great Affair which was first notified to the World by one of that Profession? |
A65112 | And what the Crimes and what the Tortures were, And loud Laments that rent the liquid Air? |
A65112 | And who can give a Soveraign a better Commendation, or recommend a Heroe more to the affection of the Reader? |
A65112 | Androgeos fell among us, with his Band, Who thought us Grecians newly come to Land: From whence, said he, my Friends this long delay? |
A65112 | Are radical Diseases so suddenly remov''d? |
A65112 | Are these our Scepters? |
A65112 | Are we condem''d by Fates unjust Decree, No more our Houses and our Homes to see? |
A65112 | Ausonian Race, of old Renown''d for Peace, and for an Age of Gold, What Madness has your alter''d Minds possess''d, To change for War hereditary Rest? |
A65112 | Beset with Foes; nor hear''st the Western Gales Invite thy passage, and Inspire thy sails? |
A65112 | Breathless and tir''d, is all my Fury spent, Or does my glutted Spleen at length relent? |
A65112 | But answer you; and in your turn relate, What brought you, living, to the Stygian State? |
A65112 | But are Habits to be introduc''d at three Hours warning? |
A65112 | But from hence can we infer, that the two Poets write the same History? |
A65112 | But now what further Hopes for me remain, To see my Friends or Native Soil again? |
A65112 | But say, what Wounds are these? |
A65112 | But tell me, Tityrus, what Heav''nly Power Preserv''d your Fortunes in that fatal Hour? |
A65112 | But to what end did Vlysses make that Journey? |
A65112 | But truly tell, was it for Force or Guile, Or some Religious End, you rais''d the Pile? |
A65112 | But was Ovid the Court- Poet so bad a Courtier, as to find no other Plea to excuse himself, than by a plain accusation of his Master? |
A65112 | But what Reason had our Author to wound Aeneas at so critical a time? |
A65112 | But what''s the Man, who from afar appears, His Head with Olive crown''d, his Hand a Censer bears? |
A65112 | But whence are you, what Country claims your Birth? |
A65112 | But why does Juno Address to her own Substitute? |
A65112 | But why shou''d the Poet name Cato twice, if he intended the same person? |
A65112 | But you, what Fates have landed on our Coast, What Gods have sent you, or what Storms have tost? |
A65112 | Can Heav''nly Minds such high resentment show; Or exercise their Spight in Human Woe? |
A65112 | Can I without so dear a Father live? |
A65112 | Can himself assign a more proper Subject of Pastoral, than the Saturnia Regna, the Age and Scene of this kind of Poetry? |
A65112 | Can we, before the Face of Heav''n, confess Our Courage colder, or our Numbers less? |
A65112 | Can we, for Example, give the praise of Valour to a Man who shou''d see his Gods prophan''d, and shou''d want the Courage to defend them? |
A65112 | Cloris, as- tu veu des Déesses Avoir un air si facile& si doux? |
A65112 | Come, Galatea, come, the Seas forsake; What Pleasures can the Tides with their hoarse Murmurs make? |
A65112 | Cou''d angry Pallas, with revengeful Spleen, The Grecian Navy burn, and drown the Men? |
A65112 | Cou''d they not fall unpity''d, on the Plain, But slain revive, and taken, scape again? |
A65112 | Deep indignation swell''d Saturnia''s Heart: And must I own, she said, my secret Smart? |
A65112 | Did God, or Man, your Fav''rite Son advise, With War unhop''d the Latians to surprise? |
A65112 | Did I or Iris give this mad Advice, Or made the Fool himself the fatal Choice? |
A65112 | Did I perswade to trust his second Troy, To the raw Conduct of a beardless Boy? |
A65112 | Did I with Fire the Trojan Town deface, Or hinder from return your exil''d Race? |
A65112 | Did he for this exempt my Life from Fate? |
A65112 | Did he once look, or lent a list''ning Ear; Sigh''d when I sob''d, or shed one kindly Tear? |
A65112 | Did we for these Barbarians plant and sow, On these, on these, our happy Fields bestow? |
A65112 | Did you for this, unhappy me convey Through Foes and Fires to see my House a Prey? |
A65112 | Do thy broad Hands the forky Lightnings lance, Thine are the Bolts, or the blind work of Chance? |
A65112 | Do we behold thee, weary''d as we are, With length of Labours, and with Toils of War? |
A65112 | Does not Fear, Ambition, Avarice, Pride, a Capricio of Honour, and Laziness it self often Triumph over Love? |
A65112 | Driv''n by the Winds and Errors of the Sea, Or did you Heav''ns Superior Doom obey? |
A65112 | Extremum hunc Arethusa: — Negat quis Carmina Gallo? |
A65112 | Feasting our Sense so many various Ways, Say, Is''t thy Bounty, or thy Thirst of Praise? |
A65112 | Flush''d were his Cheeks, and glowing were his Eyes: Is she thy Care, is she thy Care, he cries? |
A65112 | For Phoebus, ever true in all he said, Has, in your fate alone, my Faith betray''d? |
A65112 | For even my own Confession makes against me; and it will always be return''d upon me, Why then did you attempt it? |
A65112 | For shame, Rutulians, can you bear the sight, Of one expos''d for all, in single Fight? |
A65112 | For this the Phrygian Fields, and Xanthian Flood Were swell''d with Bodies, and were drunk with Blood? |
A65112 | For what are else the splendid Miracles of the Metamorphoses? |
A65112 | For what has she these Grecian Arms bestow''d, But their Destruction, and the Trojans good? |
A65112 | For what without thy knowledge and avow, Nay more, thy Dictate, durst Juturna do? |
A65112 | For who wou''d confess weariness, when he enjoin''d a fresh Labour? |
A65112 | For who wou''d give Physick to the Great when he is uncall''d? |
A65112 | Forgetful of thy own? |
A65112 | From what Book of Homer had Virgil his Episode of Nysus and Euryalus, of Mezentius and Lausus? |
A65112 | HO, Groom, what Shepherd owns those ragged Sheep? |
A65112 | Has Humaen Nature no other Passion? |
A65112 | He demands why those several Transformations are mention''d in that Poem? |
A65112 | Himself I refug''d, and his Train reliev''d; T is true; but am I sure to be receiv''d? |
A65112 | His Words are these; Moriemur Inultae? |
A65112 | How cou''d he fasten a blow, or make a thrust, when he was not suffer''d to approach? |
A65112 | How deep they must be planted, woud''st thou know? |
A65112 | How is your Doom revers''d, which eas''d my Care; When Troy was ruin''d in that cruel War? |
A65112 | How light wou''d lye the Turf upon my Breast, If you my Suff''rings in your Songs exprest? |
A65112 | How lofty Turnus vaunts amidst his Train, In shining Arms, triumphant on the Plain? |
A65112 | How many of those flatulent Writers have I known, who have sunk in their Reputation, after Seven or Eight Editions of their Works? |
A65112 | I beaten from the Field? |
A65112 | I forc''d away? |
A65112 | I have laugh''d sometimes( for who wou''d always be a Heraclitus?) |
A65112 | If I can not Copy his Harmonious Numbers, how shall I imitate his noble Flights; where his Thoughts and Words are equally sublime? |
A65112 | If I survive, shall Troy the less prevail? |
A65112 | If I took my pleasure, had not you your share of it? |
A65112 | If none my matchless Valour dares oppose, How long shall Dares wait his dastard Foes? |
A65112 | If sounding Words are not of our growth and Manufacture, who shall hinder me to Import them from a Foreign Country? |
A65112 | In the first place, if Tears are Arguments of Cowardise, What shall I say of Homer''s Heroe? |
A65112 | Iris, the Grace of Heav''n, what Pow''r Divine Has sent thee down, thro''dusky Clouds to shine? |
A65112 | Is Death so hard to bear? |
A65112 | Is Versailles the less a New Building, because the Architect of that Palace has imitated others which were built before it? |
A65112 | Is Wool thy care? |
A65112 | Is it becoming of the due Respect, And awful Honour of a God Elect, A Wound unworthy of our State to feel; Patient of Human Hands, and earthly Steel? |
A65112 | Is it for you to ravage Seas and Land, Unauthoriz''d by my supream Command? |
A65112 | Is there any thing more Sparkish and better humour''d than Venus her accosting her Son in the Desarts of Lybia? |
A65112 | Is there no invention in some other parts of Virgil''s Aeneis? |
A65112 | Is there, he said, in Arms who bravely dare, His Leader''s Honour, and his Danger share? |
A65112 | Is this th''unerring Pow''r? |
A65112 | Is this, unkind Alexis, my reward, And must I die unpitied, and unheard? |
A65112 | May I be so bold to ask your Majesty, is it a greater fault to teach the Art of unlawful Love, than to shew it in the Action? |
A65112 | My Son, from whence this Madness, this neglect Of my Commands, and those whom I protect? |
A65112 | My tender Infants, or my careful Sire; Whom they returning will to Death require? |
A65112 | Nor am I ignorant, you both suspect This rising City, which my Hands erect: But shall Coelestial Discord never cease? |
A65112 | Now Cast by Fortune on this kindred Land, What shou''d our Rest, and rising Walls withstand, Or hinder here to fix our banish''d Band? |
A65112 | Now cast away the Sword, and quit the Shield: What use of Weapons which you dare not wield? |
A65112 | Now, where are now thy Vaunts, the fierce Disdain Of proud Mezentius, and the lofty Strain? |
A65112 | Nunc te facta impia tangunt? |
A65112 | O Father, can it be, that Souls sublime, Return to visit our Terrestrial Clime? |
A65112 | O Teucer''s Race, Who durst thy faultless Figure thus deface? |
A65112 | O dearer than the vital Air I breath, Will you to Grief your blooming Years bequeath? |
A65112 | O must the wretched Exiles ever mourn, Nor after length of rowl''ing Years return? |
A65112 | O tell me how his Mothers loss he bears, What hopes are promis''d from his blooming years, How much of Hector in his Face appears? |
A65112 | O, void of Sense and Courage, Mnestheus cry''d, Where can you hope your Coward Heads to hide? |
A65112 | Of Man''s Injustice, why shou''d I complain? |
A65112 | Or by what Man''s Experience was it brought? |
A65112 | Or come, your Shipping in our Ports to lay, Spent and disabl''d in so long a way? |
A65112 | Or desperate shou''d he rush and lose his Life, With odds oppress''d, in such unequal strife? |
A65112 | Or is the Death of a despairing Queen Not worth preventing, though too well foreseen? |
A65112 | Or seems it Just, the Sister shou''d restore, A second Sword, when one was lost before; And arm a conquer''d Wretch, against his Conqueror? |
A65112 | Or tell what other Chance conducts your way? |
A65112 | Or the Metamorphoses of Philomela into that ravishing Bird, which makes the sweetest musick of the Groves? |
A65112 | Or will the Trojan, and the Tyrian Line, In lasting Leagues, and sure Succession join? |
A65112 | Or wilt thou, Caesar, chuse the watry Reign, To smooth the Surges, and correct the Main? |
A65112 | Or young Achilles by his Rival slain? |
A65112 | Our Host expell''d, what farther Force can stay The Victor Troops from Universal Sway? |
A65112 | Pasiphea''s monstrous passion for a Bull, is certainly a Subject enough fitted for Bucolic''s? |
A65112 | Quid prohibetis Aquas? |
A65112 | Resolve me, Strangers, whence, and what you are; Your Buis''ness here; and bring you Peace or War? |
A65112 | Scarce had he said, the Prophetess began; What Hopes delude thee, miserable Man? |
A65112 | See, whom you fly; am I the Foe you shun? |
A65112 | Servius makes an Interrogation at the Word sic; thus, sic? |
A65112 | Shall I believe the Syren South again, And, oft betray''d, not know the Monster Main? |
A65112 | Shall I with this ungrateful Trojan go, Forsake an Empire, and attend a Foe? |
A65112 | Shall I, my Father, Wife, and Son, behold Welt''ring in Blood, each others Arms infold? |
A65112 | Shall Troy renew''d be forc''d, and fir''d again? |
A65112 | Shall bold Aeneas ride Of Safety certain, on th''uncertain Tide? |
A65112 | Shall ever I behold the Latian Plain, Or see Laurentum''s lofty Tow''rs again? |
A65112 | Shall she triumphant sail before the Wind, And leave in Flames, unhappy Troy behind? |
A65112 | Shall such Affronts as these, alone inflame The Grecian Brothers, and the Grecian Name? |
A65112 | Shall then a single Sword such Slaughter boast, And pass unpunish''d from a Num''rous Hoast? |
A65112 | Shall we not Arm, not rush from ev''ry Street, To follow, sink, and burn his perjur''d Fleet? |
A65112 | Shou''d I to doubtful Arms your Youth betray, What wou''d my Kinsmen, the Rutulians, say? |
A65112 | Sleeps our lov''d Lord? |
A65112 | Sollicite Arms unknown, and tempt the Sword,( A needless Ill your Ancestors abhorr''d?) |
A65112 | Star of the Morning, why dost thou delay? |
A65112 | Still are you Hector''s, or is Hector fled, And his Remembrance lost in Pyrrhus Bed? |
A65112 | Such dangers as on Seas are often seen, And oft befall to miserable Men? |
A65112 | Tell me, ye Trojans, for that Name you own, Nor is your Course upon our Coasts unknown; Say what you seek, and whither were you bound? |
A65112 | Th''Aminean many a Consulship survives, And longer than the Lydian Vintage lives? |
A65112 | The God foretold you shou''d not die, before You reach''d, secure from Seas, th''Italian Shore? |
A65112 | The Harlot- smiles of her dissembling Face, And to her Faith commit the Trojan Race? |
A65112 | The Heroe, who beheld with wond''ring Eyes, The Tumult mix''d with Shrieks, Laments, and Cries; Ask''d of his Guide, what the rude Concourse meant? |
A65112 | The Name and Fortune of your Native Place, The Fame and Valour of the Phrygian Race? |
A65112 | The Sun reveals the Secrets of the Sky; And who dares give the Source of Light the Lye? |
A65112 | The Trojan stood astonish''d at their Cries; And ask''d his Guide, from whence those Yells arise? |
A65112 | The disposition of so many various matters, is not that his own? |
A65112 | The same Aeneas whom fair Venus bore To fam''d Anchises on th''Idaean Shore? |
A65112 | Then Fates to Fates I cou''d oppose; but now, When Fortune still pursues her former Blow, What can I hope? |
A65112 | Then Nisus, thus: Or do the Gods inspire This warmth, or make we Gods of our Desire? |
A65112 | Then am I vanquish''d, must I yield, said she, And must the Trojans reign in Italy? |
A65112 | Then thus the mighty Ruler of the Main, What may not Venus hope, from Neptune''s Reign? |
A65112 | Then to his Fellows thus aloud he calls, What rowling Clouds, my Friends, approach the Walls? |
A65112 | Then, shall I see Laurentum in a flame, Which only wanted to compleat my shame? |
A65112 | Then, shall I seek alone the Churlish Crew, Or with my Fleet their flying Sails pursue? |
A65112 | These our due Rewards? |
A65112 | Think on whose Faith th''Adult''rous Youth rely''d; Who promis''d, who procur''d the Spartan Bride? |
A65112 | Think you the Grecians from your Coasts are gone, And are Ulysses Arts no better known? |
A65112 | Think you these Tears, this pompous Train of Woe, Are known, or valu''d by the Ghosts below? |
A65112 | Think''st thou I can my share of Glory yield, Or send thee unassisted to the Field? |
A65112 | Think''st thou thus unintomb''d to cross the Floods, To view the Furies, and Infernal Gods; And visit, without leave, the dark abodes? |
A65112 | This endless outrage shall they still sustain? |
A65112 | To a Man who shou''d abandon his Father, or desert his King in his last Necessity? |
A65112 | To bring it to the Trial, will you dare Our Pipes, our Skill, our Voices to compare? |
A65112 | To do his Patient no good, and indanger himself for his Prescription? |
A65112 | To raise such Mountains on the troubl''d Main? |
A65112 | To see my Son, and such a Son, resign His Life a Ransom for preserving mine? |
A65112 | To view, with Mortal Eyes, our dark Retreats, Tumults and Torments of th''Infernal Seats? |
A65112 | Twice have our Foes been vanquish''d on the Plain; Then shall I wait till Turnus will be slain? |
A65112 | Vile Vetches wou''d you sow, or Lentils lean, The Growth of Egypt, or the Kidney- bean? |
A65112 | Vultis& his mecum pariter considere Regnis? |
A65112 | Was I the Cause of Mischief, or the Man, Whose lawless Lust the bloody War began? |
A65112 | Was I to raise the Pile, the Pow''rs invoke, Not to be present at the fatal Stroke? |
A65112 | Was''t not enough, that, punish''d for the Crime, They fell; but will they fall a second Time? |
A65112 | Were you by stress of Weather cast a- ground? |
A65112 | What Buis''ness brought thee to my dark abode? |
A65112 | What Chiefs, and Champions fell on either side, In Combat slain, or by what Deaths they dy''d? |
A65112 | What Fate, O Goddess born, what angry Pow''rs Have cast you shipwrack''d on our barren Shores? |
A65112 | What Fear or Hope on either part divides Our Heav''ns, and arms our Pow''rs on diff''rent sides? |
A65112 | What Forms of Law, among the Ghosts were us''d? |
A65112 | What Lawns or Woods withheld you from his Aid, Ye Nymphs, when Gallus was to Love betray''d; To Love, unpity''d by the cruel Maid? |
A65112 | What Nations now to Juno''s Pow''r will pray, Or Off''rings on my slighted Altars lay? |
A65112 | What Notes invent, what new Petitions move? |
A65112 | What Tongue can tell the Slaughter of that Night? |
A65112 | What avails it me to acknowledge freely, that I have not been able to do him right in any line? |
A65112 | What cou''d be more judiciously contriv''d, when this was the Aeneid which he chose to read before his Master? |
A65112 | What did the Youth, when Love''s unerring Dart Transfixt his Liver; and inflam''d his heart? |
A65112 | What end of Labours has your Will decreed? |
A65112 | What envious Pow''r, O Friend, Brought your lov''d life to this disastrous end? |
A65112 | What farther hopes are left thee to pursue Divine Aeneas,( and thou know''st it too,) Fore- doom''d to these Coelestial Seats is due? |
A65112 | What force have I but those, whom scarce before I drew reluctant from their Native Shore? |
A65112 | What great Occasion call''d you hence to Rome? |
A65112 | What greater Ills hereafter can you bear? |
A65112 | What greater sign of Love, than Fear and Concernment for the Lover? |
A65112 | What had become of me, if Virgil had tax''d me with another Book? |
A65112 | What have I said? |
A65112 | What have my Scylla''s and my Sirtes done, When these they overpass, and those they shun? |
A65112 | What heart cou''d wish, what hand inflict this dire Disgrace? |
A65112 | What hope remains, but what my Death must give? |
A65112 | What length of Lands, what Oceans have you pass''d, What Storms sustain''d, and on what Shores been cast? |
A65112 | What magick has bewitch''d the woolly Dams, And what ill Eyes beheld the tender Lambs? |
A65112 | What more can you desire, your Welcome sure, Your Fleet in safety, and your Friends secure? |
A65112 | What more frequent then a Storm at Sea, upon the rising of Orion? |
A65112 | What more than Madness has possess''d your Brains? |
A65112 | What new Disgrace Deforms the Manly Features of thy Face? |
A65112 | What right hast thou to rule the Latian State, And send us out to meet our certain Fate? |
A65112 | What seek you, Strangers, on our Lybian Earth? |
A65112 | What shou''d He do, who twice had lost his Love? |
A65112 | What shou''d I tell of Tempests on the Main, Of Eolus usurping Neptune''s Reign? |
A65112 | What thanks can wretched Fugitives return, Who scatter''d thro''the World in exile mourn? |
A65112 | What then is Fate? |
A65112 | What will not that presuming Shepherd dare, Who thinks his Voice with Phoebus may compare? |
A65112 | What will they say of their deserting Chief? |
A65112 | What with more decence were in silence kept, And but for this unjust Reproach had slept? |
A65112 | What, not contented with our Oxen slain, Dare you with Heav''n an impious War maintain, And drive the Harpies from their Native Reign? |
A65112 | When have I urg''d him meanly to demand The Tuscan Aid, and arm a quiet Land? |
A65112 | When you lay snug to snap young Damon''s Goat? |
A65112 | Where Pride is humbled, Vertue rewarded, and Vice punish''d; and those more amply treated, than the narrowness of the Drama can admit? |
A65112 | Where is all thy boasted Pity gone, And Promise of the Skies to thy deluded Son? |
A65112 | Where is there the whole process of her Passion, and all its violent Effects to be found, in the languishing Episode of the Odysses? |
A65112 | Where make a stand? |
A65112 | Where shall I find his Corps, what Earth sustains His Trunk dismember''d, and his cold Remains? |
A65112 | Where shall we fix, where shall our Labours end, Whom shall we follow, and what Fate attend? |
A65112 | Whether wou''d you run? |
A65112 | Whether, O Coward,( thus he calls aloud, Nor found he spoke to Wind, and chas''d a Cloud;) Why thus forsake your Bride? |
A65112 | Who can omit the Gracchi, who declare The Scipio''s Worth, those Thunderbolts of War, The double Bane of Carthage? |
A65112 | Who formost, and who last, Heroick Maid, On the cold Earth were by thy Courage laid? |
A65112 | Who has not heard the story of your Woes? |
A65112 | Who knows what Hazards thy Delay may bring? |
A65112 | Who sent you down from Heav''n, involv''d in Air, Your share of Mortal Sorrows to sustain, And see your Brother bleeding on the Plain? |
A65112 | Who, but so known a Dastard, dares to say? |
A65112 | Whom Turnus, whom the Trojan Heroe kill''d: Who shar''d the Fame, and fortune of the Field? |
A65112 | Why didst thou me, unhappy me, create? |
A65112 | Why do you then these needless Arms prepare, And thus provoke a People prone to War? |
A65112 | Why dost thou thus my bury''d Body rend? |
A65112 | Why shou''d I fawn, what have I worse to fear? |
A65112 | Why shou''d a reasonable Man put it into the power of Fortune to make him miserable, when his Ancestours have taken care to release him from her? |
A65112 | Why shou''d my Muse enlarge on Lybian Swains; Their scatter''d Cottages, and ample Plains? |
A65112 | Why some were ferry''d o''re, and some refus''d? |
A65112 | Why then does Neptune call them His? |
A65112 | Why these insulting Words, this waste of Breath, To Souls undaunted, and secure of Death? |
A65112 | Why this protracted War? |
A65112 | Why this unmanly Rage? |
A65112 | Why to the Shore the thronging People bent? |
A65112 | Why wilt thou rush to certain Death, and Rage In rash Attempts, beyond thy tender Age: Betray''d by pious Love? |
A65112 | Why, Daphnis, dost thou search in old Records, To know the Seasons when the Stars arise? |
A65112 | Why, Gallus, this immod''rate Grief, he cry''d: Think''st thou that Love with Tears is satisfi''d? |
A65112 | Why, O my loving Lord, whose Frown I fear, And can not, unconcern''d, your Anger bear; Why urge you thus my Grief? |
A65112 | Will perpetrate on them their first Design, And take the forfeit of their heads for mine? |
A65112 | Will they again Embark at my desire, Once more sustain the Seas, and quit their second Tyre? |
A65112 | With Walls unfinish''d, which himself forsakes, And thro''the Waves a wand''ring Voyage makes? |
A65112 | Ye Gods, Natives, or Denizons, of blest Abodes; From whence these Murmurs, and this change of Mind, This backward Fate from what was first design''d? |
A65112 | Ye brave young Men, what equal Gifts can we, In recompencc of such Desert, decree? |
A65112 | You know too well I feed my Father''s Flock: What can I wager from the common Stock? |
A65112 | You term it Prudence, what I Baseness call: Cou''d such a Word from such a Parent fall? |
A65112 | and can''st thou drown Thy needful Cares, so near a Hostile Town? |
A65112 | and wept on less occasions than Aeneas? |
A65112 | and what may yet be done? |
A65112 | cou''d this frail Being give, That I have been so covetous to live? |
A65112 | from whence Art thou so late return''d for our Defence? |
A65112 | from whence This bold Attempt, this Rebel Insolence? |
A65112 | have you lately seen, she said, One of my Sisters, like my self array''d; Who crost the Lawn, or in the Forest stray''d? |
A65112 | is vanish''d Troy''s Offence? |
A65112 | or do we fear in vain Thy boasted Thunder, and thy thoughtless Reign? |
A65112 | shall Achilles pass for timorous because he wept? |
A65112 | she said, Or if a Ghost, then where is Hector''s Shade? |
A65112 | this useful Science taught? |
A65112 | to lose thy self and Me? |
A65112 | what Arms employ, What fruitless Force to free the Captive Boy? |
A65112 | what Fury reigns? |
A65112 | what Praises can be paid To Love so great, to such transcendent Store Of early Worth, and sure Presage of more? |
A65112 | what hopes he more, From his long ling''ring on a hostile Shore? |
A65112 | what worse can still succeed? |
A65112 | where am I? |
A65112 | whether on thy way so fast? |
A65112 | while here I was enchain''d, No glimpse of Godlike Liberty remain''d? |
A65112 | whither can we run? |
A65112 | whither do you fly? |
A65112 | — sola insuperabile Fatum Nata, movere paras? |
A46439 | ''T is Fustian all;''t is execrably bad: But if they will be Fools, must you be mad? |
A46439 | ( For every Noose compar''d to Hers is cheap) Is there no City Bridge from whence to leap? |
A46439 | ( Yet what smooth Sycophant by thee can gain? |
A46439 | 12 Father of Rome, say what detested Clime Taught Latian Shepherds so abhorr''d a Crime? |
A46439 | 12 Why shou''d''st thou, who art an Old Fellow, hope to out- live me, and be my Heir, who am much Younger? |
A46439 | 18 Call''st thou that Slave a Man? |
A46439 | 24 Mark the pointed Spears That from thy Hand on his pierc''d Back he wears? |
A46439 | Ah, says the Youth, if we unkindly part, Will not the Poor fond Creature break her Heart? |
A46439 | And Roses( while his lowd Applause they Sing,) Stand ready from his Sepulcher to spring? |
A46439 | And ruin''d 4 him, who Greater than the Great, The stubborn Pride of Roman Nobles broke; And bent their Haughty Necks beneath his Yoke? |
A46439 | And think''st thou, Iove himself, with patience then, Can hear a Pray''r condemn''d by wicked men? |
A46439 | And thy large Fields where Falcons may be tyr''d? |
A46439 | And to his Honour''s lazy Levée run? |
A46439 | And was not t''other 24 Stripling forc''d to fly, Who, coldly, did his Patron''s Queen deny; And pleaded Laws of Hospitality? |
A46439 | And when his throbbing Lust extends the Vein, Have wherewithall his Whores to entertain? |
A46439 | And who wou''d not chuse to be lov''d better, rather than to be more esteem''d? |
A46439 | And why wou''d''st thou these mighty Morsels chuse, Of Words unchaw''d, and fit to choak the Muse? |
A46439 | And with one Crime content their Lust to Sin? |
A46439 | Apulian Farms for the Rich Soil admir''d? |
A46439 | Are not his Manes blest, such Praise to have? |
A46439 | Are we depriv''d of Will? |
A46439 | Art Thou to learn that in Another''s Gold Lie Charms resistless? |
A46439 | Art thou of ev''ry other Death bereft, No Knife, no Ratsbane, no kind Halter left? |
A46439 | Art thou so stupid grown, To think a Rich Man''s Faults can be unknown? |
A46439 | At length by Caesar the grand Question''s put: My Lords, your Judgment: Shall the Fish be cut? |
A46439 | Base Prostitute, thus dost thou gain thy Bread? |
A46439 | Be sur ● to turn the Penny, lye and swear, Ti ● wholsom sin: But Iove, thou say''st, will hear? |
A46439 | Because his Thunder splits some burly T ● ee, And is not darted at thy House and Thee? |
A46439 | Besides, whom can''st Thou think so much thy Friend ▪ Who dares appear thy Business to defend? |
A46439 | Born free, and not be bold? |
A46439 | Born, with the Curse and Anger of the Gods, And that indulgent Genius he defrauds? |
A46439 | But how did he return, this haughty Brave Who whipt the Winds, and made the Sea his Slave? |
A46439 | But how hard to make a Man appear a Fool, a Blockhead, or a Knave, without using any of those opprobrious terms? |
A46439 | But how return''d he, let us ask again? |
A46439 | But is none worthy to be made a Wife In all this Town? |
A46439 | But is one day of Ease too much to borrow? |
A46439 | But prithee tell me,(''t is a small Request) With what ill thoughts of Iove art thou possest? |
A46439 | But shall I not return? |
A46439 | But shall the Villain scape? |
A46439 | But tell me, Sir, what Perfume strikes the Air From your most Rev''rend Neck o''regrown with Hair? |
A46439 | But thou art nobly born;''t is true; go boast Thy Pedigree, the thing thou valu''st most: Besides thou art a Beau: What''s that, my Child? |
A46439 | But what avails the Rigour of their Doom? |
A46439 | But what of those lewd Miscreants must become, Who Preach Morality and Shake the Bum? |
A46439 | But where''s that Roman? |
A46439 | But who can Youth, let loose to Vice, restrain? |
A46439 | But why these frightful Wrinckles in thy Prime? |
A46439 | But, to thy Fortune be not thou a Slave; For what hast thou to fear beyond the Grave? |
A46439 | But, to what End these ways of sordid Gain? |
A46439 | But, what''s thy fulsom Parable to me? |
A46439 | But, when they praise me, in the Neighbourhood, When the pleas''d People take me for a God, Shall I refuse their Incense? |
A46439 | By Heav''n I never cou''d endure his sight; But say, how came his Monstrous Crimes to Light? |
A46439 | Call''st 18 thou that Slave a Man? |
A46439 | Call''st thou that Slave a Man? |
A46439 | Can He a Son to soft Remorse incite, Whom 6 Goals, and Blood, and Butchery delight? |
A46439 | Can They preach up Equality of Birth, And tell Us how we all began from Earth? |
A46439 | Can''st thou no other Master understand ▪ Than 20 him that freed thee, by the P ● aetor''s Wand? |
A46439 | Canst thou restore old Manners, or retrench Rome''s Pride, who com''st transparent to the Bench? |
A46439 | Consequently, what pleasure, what Entertainment can be rais''d from so pitiful a Machine? |
A46439 | Cou''d A ● inous Guests, with- hold From Scorn or Rage? |
A46439 | Cou''d he do this, and is my Muse controll''d By Servile Awe? |
A46439 | Cou''d such rude Lines a Roman Mouth become, Were any Manly Greatness left in Rome? |
A46439 | Did Famine to this Monst''rous Fact compell, Or did the Miscreants try this Conj''ring Spell, In time of Drought to make the Nile to swell? |
A46439 | Did I complain but now, and justly too, That the same Wine is not allow''d to you? |
A46439 | Did I for this abandon Wife and Bed? |
A46439 | Do I not see your Dropsy- Belly swell? |
A46439 | Do Scales and Fins bear Price to this Excess? |
A46439 | Do the Strings Answer to thy Noble hand? |
A46439 | Effeminate Roman, shall such Stuff prevail To tickle thee, and make thee wag thy Tail? |
A46439 | Ever a Glutton, at another''s Cost, But in whose Kithin dwells perpetual Frost? |
A46439 | Flatt''rers forsake him too; for who would kill Himself, to be Remembred in a Will? |
A46439 | For can the Glory of the swistest pace Procure him Food? |
A46439 | For does there Breath a Man, who can reject A general Fame, and his own Lines neglect? |
A46439 | For how can we possibly imagine this to be, since Varro, who was contemporary to Cicero, must consequently be after Lucilius? |
A46439 | For who wou''d Virtue for her self regard, Or We d, without the Portion of Reward? |
A46439 | For whom thy hoorded Bags in silence sleep? |
A46439 | Free, what and fetter''d with so many Chains? |
A46439 | From whence then comes Quintilian''s vast Estate? |
A46439 | Gave you, Crispinus, you this mighty Sum? |
A46439 | Good Lord, they Cry, what Ethiop Lips he has, How foul a Snout, and what a hanging Face? |
A46439 | Gracchus,''t is said, gave to his Trumpeter Four Hundred Sesterce''s — For what? |
A46439 | Great Son of Troy, who ever prais''d a Beast For being of a Race above the rest, But rather meant his Courage, and his Force? |
A46439 | HAS Winter caus''d thee, Friend, to change thy Seat, And seek, in 1 Sabine Air, a warm retreat? |
A46439 | Hadst thou full power( Rage asks no more) to kill, Or measure out his Torments by thy Will; Yet what cou''dst thou, Tormentor, hope to gain? |
A46439 | Hard set before, what cou''d the Ombites do? |
A46439 | Has he not Slaves about him? |
A46439 | Has not Virgil chang''d the Manners of Homer''s Hero''s in his Aeneis? |
A46439 | Hast thou not, yet, propos''d some certain End, To which thy Life, thy ev''ry Act may tend? |
A46439 | He lards with flourishes his long Harangue;''T is fine, say''st thou; what to be Prais''d and Hang? |
A46439 | He values not what they can say, or do; For who will dare a Mony''d Man to sue? |
A46439 | Hear''st thou the News, my Friend? |
A46439 | Him will I chuse: What him, of humble Birth, Obscure, a Foundling, and a Son of Earth? |
A46439 | Him, do''st thou mean, who, spight of all his store, Is ever Craving, and will still be Poor? |
A46439 | His Theme, as Fate wou''d have''t, was Fornication, And as i''th''fury of his Declamation, He cry''d, Why sleeps the Iulian Law, that aw''d This Vice? |
A46439 | Hold, hold; are all thy empty Wishes such? |
A46439 | How can they pay their Priests too much respect, Who Trade with Heav''n and Earthly Gains neglect? |
A46439 | How dare 19 you then your high Extraction plead? |
A46439 | How dear, how pleasant is a Childless Friend? |
A46439 | How little then to my poor share will fall? |
A46439 | How many Acres near the City Walls, Or new- built Palaces his own he calls? |
A46439 | How mightily wou''d Trebius be improv''d, How much a Friend to Virre, how belov''d? |
A46439 | How shall such Hypocrites Reform the State, On whom the Brothels can Recriminate? |
A46439 | How wou''d our Mountain Sires, return''d from Plow Or Battel, such a Silken Judge allow? |
A46439 | How, replies one, can any be more free? |
A46439 | I paid last Bout, and you must quit the Score:"Poor five 5 Sestertia have been all my Gains,"And what is that for such detested Pains? |
A46439 | IS this thy daily course? |
A46439 | If Horace refus''d the pains of Numbers, and the loftiness of Figures, are they bound to follow so ill a Precedent? |
A46439 | If Odours to thy Ashes he refuse, Or buys Corrupted Cassia from the Iews? |
A46439 | If then thy Lawful Spouse thou canst not love, What reason shou''d thy Mind to Marriage move? |
A46439 | If they had enter''d empty- handed, had they been ever the less Satyres? |
A46439 | In 4 C ● dar Tablets worthy to appear; That need not Fish, or Franckincense to fear? |
A46439 | In Nature''s Race, shou''d''st thou demand of me My 12 Torch, when I in course run after thee? |
A46439 | Iove grant me length of Life, and Years good store? |
A46439 | Is it for this they study? |
A46439 | Is not my Fortune at my own Command? |
A46439 | Is the Grande Sophos of Persius, and the Sublimity of Iuvenal to be circumscrib''d, with the meanness of Words and vulgarity of Expression? |
A46439 | Is the fault of Horace to be made the Virtue, and Standing Rule of this Poem? |
A46439 | Is this the All observing Age cou''d Gain, Or hast Thou known the World so long in vain? |
A46439 | Is thy Pallat sore? |
A46439 | Is''t not enough we shou''d our selves undo, But that our Children we must Ruin too? |
A46439 | Lies not the Turf more lightly on his Grave? |
A46439 | Mirth in Misery? |
A46439 | Must we not Wish, for fear of wishing Ill? |
A46439 | My Fellow Citizen I must commend, For what''s a Fleet to a bequeathing Friend? |
A46439 | My Friends Disgrace, And be the first lewd unthrift of my Race? |
A46439 | Non tu, in triviis, indocte, solebas, stridenti, miserum, stipula, disperdere carmen? |
A46439 | Not receive The loud Applauses which the Vulgar give? |
A46439 | Not wag my Finger, he replies? |
A46439 | Now ask, for whom her Friends and Fame she lost? |
A46439 | Now tell me truly, wou''dst thou change thy Fate To be, like him, first Minister of State? |
A46439 | Now what''s his End, O Charming Glory, say What rare fifth Act, to Crown this huffing Play? |
A46439 | Now, when she Sues? |
A46439 | Of such a Practise when 5 Vlysses told, What think you? |
A46439 | Old Virro did the Fatal Secret hear,( But Curse on Fame that bore it to his Ear) What soft Address his wooing did begin? |
A46439 | One will not do, hard Labour''d and hard Fed, How then shall Hungry two expect their Bread? |
A46439 | Or by the sound to judge of Gold and Brass; What piece is Tinkers Metal, what will pass? |
A46439 | Or can he Feast on Praise? |
A46439 | Or on such 〈 … 〉 a Quail forego? |
A46439 | Or rather, what disreputation is it to Horace, that Iuvenal Excels in the Tragical Satyre, as Horace does in the Comical? |
A46439 | Or that Male- Harlot, or that unfledg''d Boy, Eager to Sin, before he can enjoy? |
A46439 | Or were the Fruits and Flowers, which they offer''d, any thing of kin to Satyre? |
A46439 | Or which, of our Forefathers far''d so well As on seven Dishes at a private Meal? |
A46439 | Or who in Meroe, when the Breast reclin''d, Hangs o''re the Shoulder to the Child behind, And bigger than the Boy? |
A46439 | Pay, Sir, for what? |
A46439 | Pour Oyl; and pour it with a plenteous hand, Upon my Sallads, Boy: Shall I be fed With sodden Nettles, and a sing''d Sow''s head? |
A46439 | Riddle me this, and guess him if you can, Who bears a Nation in a single Man? |
A46439 | STill shall I hear, and never quit the Score, Stun''d with hoarse 1 Codrus Theseid, o''re and o''re? |
A46439 | Say, Goat, for whom this Mass of Wealth you heap? |
A46439 | Say, do''st thou yet the Roman Harp command? |
A46439 | Say, dost thou know 5 Vectidius? |
A46439 | Say, in what nasty Cellar, under Ground, Or what Church- Porch your Rogueship may be found? |
A46439 | Say, shou''d a Shipwrack''d Saylor sing his woe, Woud''st ▪ thou be mov''d to pity, or bestow An Alms? |
A46439 | Say, thundring Mars, from whence the Nettle sprung, Whose Venom first thy Noble Offspring stung? |
A46439 | Say, wou''d''st thou bear all this, to raise thy store From Six i''th''Hundred, to Six Hundred more? |
A46439 | Say, woud''st thou hinder me from this Expence? |
A46439 | Says 21 Phaedria to his Man, Believe me, Friend, To this uneasie Love I''le put an End: Shall I run out of all? |
A46439 | Shall I my Houshold Gods, and Genius, cheat, To make him rich, who grudges me my Meat? |
A46439 | Shall I my own, and her Desires refuse? |
A46439 | Shall I the Neighbours Nightly rest invade At her deaf Doors, with some vile Serenade? |
A46439 | Shall Perjury Grow Rich and Safe, and shall the Cheat be free? |
A46439 | Shall he be pla ●''d above me at the Board, In Purple Cloath''d ▪ and lolling like a Lord? |
A46439 | Shall this Man''s Elegies and t''others Play Unpunish''d Murther a long Summer''s day? |
A46439 | Shall we( cries one) permit This lewd Ro ● ancer and his Bantring Wit? |
A46439 | Shou''d''st thou demand of me, my Torch,& c. Why shou''d''st thou, who art an Old Fellow, hope to out- live me, and be my Heir, who am much Younger? |
A46439 | Some may, perhaps, demand what Muse can yield Sufficient strength for such a spacious Field? |
A46439 | Such is the Poet''s Lot: What luckier Fate Does on the Works of Grave Historians wait? |
A46439 | Such wrongs, what Wishing Woman cou''d have born? |
A46439 | Suppose I dip''d among the worst, and Stai ● s chose? |
A46439 | TELL me why, saunt''ring thus from Place to Place, I meet thee( Nevolus) with a Clouded Face? |
A46439 | Tell me, my Friend, from whence hadst thou the skill, So nicely to distinguish Good from Ill? |
A46439 | Than the unbounded Freedom of their Tongues? |
A46439 | That Bete, and Radishes will make thee roar? |
A46439 | That State- Court trick is now too open laid, Who now admires the 17 part old Brutus Play''d? |
A46439 | That he may loll at ease; and pamper''d high, When I am laid, may feed on Giblet Pye? |
A46439 | That, void of Care, he lolls supine in state, And leaves his Bus''ness to be done by Fate? |
A46439 | The Baits of Gifts, and Money to despise, And look on Wealth with undesirng Eyes? |
A46439 | The Poor dare nothing tell, but flatt''ring News: But shall I speak? |
A46439 | The Rakehells too pretend to Learning — Why? |
A46439 | The Rents of Five fair Houses I receive; What greater Honours can the Purple give? |
A46439 | The very Kinds are different: For what has a Pastoral Tragedy to do with a Paper of Verses Satirically written? |
A46439 | These are not Dishes for thy dainty Tooth: What, hast thou got an Ulcer in thy Mouth? |
A46439 | They swear, and such good Palates you shou''d trust, Who doubts the Relish of the first free gust? |
A46439 | Think''st thou one Man, is for one Woman meant? |
A46439 | Think''st thou thy Master, or thy Friends to cheat? |
A46439 | This to Me? |
A46439 | Thou can''st not wag thy Finger, or begin The least light motion, but it tends to si ● ▪ How''s this? |
A46439 | Thus Brib''d, thou thus bespeak''st him, tell me Friend( For I love Truth, nor can plain Speech offend,) What says the World of me and of my Muse? |
A46439 | Thus dost thou feed their Ears, and thus art fed? |
A46439 | Thy Fruitful Vineyards on Campanian Hills? |
A46439 | To Morrow early in Quirinus Vale I must attend — Why? |
A46439 | To have our Ancestors in Paint or Stone Preserv''d as Reliques, or, like Monsters, shewn? |
A46439 | To pass the Poets of Patrician Blood, What is''t the common Reader takes for good? |
A46439 | To what dir ● 〈 ◊ 〉 can we assign these Crimes, But to that reigning Atheism of the Times? |
A46439 | To whom is this Advice and Censure due? |
A46439 | Varillus cries, shall I fear Sextus Doom, Whose Haunches are the common Sink of Rome? |
A46439 | WHat''s the advantage, or the real Good, In traceing from the Source our ancient Blood? |
A46439 | Was it an Ease and Pleasure, cou''d''st thou say( Where Nature''s Law forbids) to force my way To the digested Meals of yesterday? |
A46439 | Were she to follow her own Lord to Sea, What doubts and scruples wou''d she raise to stay? |
A46439 | What Age so many Summer- Seats did see? |
A46439 | What Banquers loaded that Imperiall Board? |
A46439 | What Bribe hast thou prepar''d, To pull him, thus unpunish''d, by the Beard? |
A46439 | What Day''s so Sacred, but its Rest''s profan''d By violent Robbers, or by Murders stain''d? |
A46439 | What Fury wou''d possess thee with a Wife? |
A46439 | What Harvest rises from this labour''d Ground? |
A46439 | What House secure from noise the poor can keep, When ev''n the Rich can scarce afford to sleep? |
A46439 | What Musick, or Enchanting Voice, can chear A Stupid, Old, Impenetrable Ear? |
A46439 | What Oaths what Promises to draw me in? |
A46439 | What Poems think you soft? |
A46439 | What Revolution can appear so strange, As such a Leacher, such a Life to change? |
A46439 | What Scene so De ● art, or so full of Fright, As tow''ring Houses tumbling in the Night, And Rome on Fire beheld by its own Blazing Light? |
A46439 | What Sot attends My Brother, who Carves to my best of Friends? |
A46439 | What Two, Two Sons, thou Viper, in one day? |
A46439 | What Woman will not use the Poys''ning Trade, When Caesar''s Wife the Precedent has made? |
A46439 | What Youth, what Beauty, cou''d th''Adult''rer boast? |
A46439 | What age so large a Crop of Vices bore, Or when was Avarice extended more? |
A46439 | What aim''st thou at, and whither tends thy Care, In what thy utmost Good? |
A46439 | What care our Drunken Dames to whom they spread? |
A46439 | What conscious 3 Shrine, what Cell by thee unsought, Where Love''s dark Pleasures might be sold and bought? |
A46439 | What did the mighty Pompey''s Fall beget? |
A46439 | What does gentle ▪ 7 Pedius say? |
A46439 | What if I bring A Nobler Verse? |
A46439 | What if Men talk, and whispers go about, Pointing the Malice and its Author out? |
A46439 | What in the Conduct of our Life appears So well design''d, so luckily begun, But, when we have our wish, we wish undone? |
A46439 | What is the Charge, and who the Evidence( The Saviour of the Nation and the Prince?) |
A46439 | What made 30 Ventidius rise, and 31 Tullus Great, But their kind Stars, and hidden Pow''r of Fate? |
A46439 | What matter then how stately is the Arch Where his tir''d Mules flow with their Burden march? |
A46439 | What matter then how thick and long the Shade Through which by sweating Slaves he is convey''d? |
A46439 | What more Effectual to Revenge their Wrongs? |
A46439 | What more were Praefects then? |
A46439 | What proofs? |
A46439 | What room is left for Romans, in a Town Where Grecians Rule, and Cloaks control the Gown? |
A46439 | What shall I say, when rough December Storms? |
A46439 | What then remains? |
A46439 | What think you wou''d Pythagoras have sed Of such a Feast, or to what Desart fled? |
A46439 | What think you, Ponticus, your self might do, Shou''d any Slave, so lewd, belong to you? |
A46439 | What was the Face, for which she cou''d sustain To be call''d Mistress to so base a Man? |
A46439 | What well- fed Off''ring to appease the God, What pow''rful Present, to procure a Nod, Hast thou in store? |
A46439 | What''s Rome to me, what bus''ness have I there, I who can neither Lye nor falsly Swear? |
A46439 | What''s more prepost''rous than to see A Merry Beggar? |
A46439 | What, are you Dumb? |
A46439 | What, says his Lord? |
A46439 | What, start at this? |
A46439 | When Frosts, and Snow, have crampt their Naked Arms What Comforts without Money can I bring? |
A46439 | When Lust it self strikes thy Flint- Heart in vain?) |
A46439 | When does Haughty he, Descend to take a Glass once touch''d by thee? |
A46439 | When were the Dice with more Profusion thrown? |
A46439 | Where did you whet your Knife to Night, he cries, And shred the Leeks that in your Stomach rise? |
A46439 | Where does he resort? |
A46439 | Where now that labour''d Niceness in thy Dress, And all those Arts that did the Spark express? |
A46439 | Where we see the Success of the Battel, from the very beginning of it? |
A46439 | Where ● s all thy Father left? |
A46439 | Which of the two wou''d thy wi ● e Head declare The trustier Tutor to an Orphan Heir? |
A46439 | Whither wou''dst thou to chuse a Wi ● e resort, The Park, the Mall, the Play- house, or the Court? |
A46439 | Who Nobler could, or plainer things presage? |
A46439 | Who can behold that rank Old Letcher keep His Son''s Corrupted Wife, 18 and hope to sleep? |
A46439 | Who cheats for Half- pence, and who doffs his Coat, To save a Farthing in a Ferry- Boat? |
A46439 | Who eats and drinks with his Domestick Slaves; A verier Hind than any of his Knaves? |
A46439 | Who ever brought to his rich Daughter''s Bed The Man that poll''d but Twelve- pence for his Head? |
A46439 | Who ever nam''d a poor Man for his Heir ▪ Or call''d him to assist the Judging Chair? |
A46439 | Who fears, in Country Towns, a House''s fall, Or to be caught betwixt a riven Wall? |
A46439 | Who on a Friend so hopeless, such a Name As Father, wou''d a 〈 ◊ 〉 He ● bestow? |
A46439 | Who sees not now through the Lord''s thin disguise That long seem''d Fools to prove at last more wise? |
A46439 | Who stares in Germany at watchet Eyes? |
A46439 | Who taught the Parrot Human Notes to try, Or with a Voice endu''d the chatt''ring Pye? |
A46439 | Who wou''d expect the Daughter shou''d be other Than Common Punk, if 7 Larga be the Mother? |
A46439 | Who wou''d not Envy them, that Age of Bliss, That sees with Shame the Luxury of This? |
A46439 | Who wou''d not then swear Nevolus had sped, And Golden Show''rs were dropping on his Head? |
A46439 | Who, 36 Catiline, can boast a Nobler Line, Than thy lewd Friend Cethegus his, and thine? |
A46439 | Who, the Wretch Whose Lands beyond the Sabines largely stretch; Cover the Country; that a sailing Kite Can scarce o''reflye''em, in a day and night? |
A46439 | Whom midst the Alps do hanging throats surprize? |
A46439 | Whose windy Beans have stuff''t your Guts, and where Have your black Thumbs been dipt in Vinegar? |
A46439 | Why have I Learn''d, say''st thou, if thus confin''d ▪ I choak the Noble Vigour of my Mind? |
A46439 | Why hire they not the Town, not ev''ry thing, Since such as they have Fortune in a String? |
A46439 | Why lays he claim to Hercules his Strain, Yet dares be Base, Effeminate, and Vain? |
A46439 | Why name you Virgil with such Fops as these? |
A46439 | Why prithee what am I? |
A46439 | Why shou''d soft 1 Eabius impudently bear Names gain''d by Conquests in the Gallic War? |
A46439 | Why shou''d we offer to confine free Spirits to one Form, when we can not so much as confine our Bodies to one Fashion of Apparel? |
A46439 | Why stand''st thou picking? |
A46439 | Will He, who saw the Souldier''s Mutton Fist, And saw Thee maul''d, appear within the List; To witness Truth? |
A46439 | Will Trebius Fat of this? |
A46439 | Will they be satisfy''d to think on Spring? |
A46439 | Will you not now, the pair of Sages praise, Who the same End pursu''d, by several Ways? |
A46439 | Will you, a bold Intruder, ever learn To know your Basket, and your Bread discern? |
A46439 | With what Companion Cobler have you fed, On old Ox- cheeks, or He- Goats tougher Head? |
A46439 | With what Impatience must the Muse behold The Wife by her procuring Husband sold? |
A46439 | Wou''d not Donn''s Satires, which abound with so much Wit, appear more Charming, if he had taken care of his Words, and of his Numbers? |
A46439 | Wou''d not they Rejoyce, and Laugh, such Secrets to betray? |
A46439 | Wou''d starving 7 Ladas, had he leave to chuse, And were not frantick, the Rich Gout refuse? |
A46439 | Wou''dst thou prefer him to some Man? |
A46439 | Would''st thou become her Drudge who dost enjoy, A better sort of Bedfellow, thy Boy? |
A46439 | Wouldst thou be in thy turn by him ador''d? |
A46439 | Wouldst thou become his Patron and his Lord? |
A46439 | Yet still some Profit from their Pains may rise: But tell me, Priest, if I may be so bold, What are the Gods the better for this Gold? |
A46439 | Yet why shou''d''st thou, old covetous Wretch, aspir ● To be my Heir, who might''st have been my Sire? |
A46439 | Your yellow Skin? |
A46439 | already ask for more? |
A46439 | and hope to go to Heav''n? |
A46439 | and to be read With languishing regards, and bending Head? |
A46439 | and what I well deserve, Why did not I more honourably starve? |
A46439 | need these stupendious Times A 10 Censer or Aruspex for such Crimes? |
A46439 | to grow pale, And miss the Pleasures of a Glorious Meal; For this, in Rags accouter''d, they are seen, And made the May- game of the publick spleen? |
A46439 | ● o what end ▪ Art thou of Bethlem''s Noble College free ▪ Stark, staring mad; that thou wou''d''st tempt the Sea? |