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id: 16402
title: The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 07
author: Dryden, John
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  _Alph._ Sir. _King._ I think thou lovest me. _King._ Soft, my old friend; Guise plots upon my life; _Gril._ ''Tis true, as thou art double-hearted: _Gril._ Thou hast lost thy honour. _King._ What shall I answer to thee, O thou balm _Mal._ At court, and near the king; ''tis true, by heaven: _King._ O villain, slave, wert thou my late-born heir, _King._ Come, duke, you were not wronged; your conscience knows _King._ It shall be so: by heaven there''s life in this! _King._ O, thou hast set thy foot upon a snake! _Gril._ Yes. _King._ Hast thou not said, _King._ Thou hast done worse, in thy long course of arms. _King._ Give me thy hand; I love thee not the worse: _Dor._ Thou heard''st the tyrant''s orders; guard thy life _Dor._ Too well I know thee, but for king no more. Know king, your father had, like you, a soul,


id: 16456
title: The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 06
author: Dryden, John
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  _Wood._ Then thou art even too good for me; a worse man will serve my _Wood._ [_Aside._] Aldo, my own natural father, as I live! _Aldo._ Son Woodall, thou vigorous young rogue, I congratulate thy _Aldo._ Hold, a word first: Thou saidst my son was shortly to come _Limb._ But then thou wilt not love me, Pug. _Aldo._ How now, son Limberham? _Limb._ Do not hinder her, good father Aldo; I am sure she will come _Trick_ Tell her, it shall be returned some time to-day; at present we _Aldo._ Come, son Limberham, we let our friend Brainsick walk too long _Aldo._ Let me speak for thee: Thou shalt be used, little Pleasance, _Aldo._ Before George, he shall do thee reason, ere thou sleepest. shall: nay if a man be damned for doing good, as thou say''st, it may _Thers._ ''Tis no matter; I shall speak as much sense as thou


id: 14947
title: The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 16
author: Dryden, John
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  The Brachman having disclosed these mysteries to Father Xavier, desired Father Xavier remained but a little time at Goa; and returned with all heard the blows distinctly, and what Father Xavier said to the holy Antonio, came and told him, that Father Xavier desired to speak with him. Father Xavier obtained from the viceroy of the Indies whatever the king true contrition, that being expired, Father Xavier was heard to say, "God Father Xavier, preaching in the great church, betwixt nine and ten of the great credit at the court, Father Xavier writ to him at the same time, to Almighty God; and having ended his prayer, returns a little time At this time God restored to Father Xavier the gift of tongues, which had The king received Father Xavier with great civility; and, after he had holy man, they acknowledged the God of the Christians, and desired


id: 15349
title: The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 04
author: Dryden, John
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  shall never subject my characters to the French standard, where love _Abdal._ Our loves and fortunes shall together go; The word, which I have given, shall stand like fate; _Almanz._ No, ''tis the excess of love which mounts so high, I love the king,--let her but name the man. _Lyndar._ Go!--How I love thee heaven can only tell: Your loved Almanzor shall be free this hour. _Ozm._ Then, sir, Benzayda''s father shall not die!-_Abdelm._ ''Tis like you have done much for love of me, _Abdelm._ Well, though I love you not, their lives shall be I shall dream on, and think ''tis all your love! _Boab._ Marriage, thou curse of love, and snare of life, [_Aside_ And thinks true love, because ''tis fierce, its foe. To love, and me, to let my father live. may feel it in the dark: Besides, you know ''tis prince-like to love


id: 16208
title: The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 05
author: Dryden, John
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  _Har._ ''Tis much against the will of all her friends, she loves your _Isab._ Now I shall love your God, because I see that he takes care of _Fisc._ Let him enjoy his love a little while, it will break no _Fisc._ Since you command me, sir, ''tis said of you, I know not how _Beam._ Come, let me have the Sea-Fight; I like that better than a Towerson, in vain I saved thy sleeping life if now I let thee lose it, _Har. Jun._ ''Tis you delight to torture me; behold the man who loves _Har._ You will grow a corpulent gentleman like me; I shall love you Look round and see where thou canst place thy love: _Adam._ When to my arms thou brought''st thy virgin love, Blame me not, heaven; if thou love''s power hast tried, _Vent._ My emperor; the man I love next heaven:


id: 15074
title: His Majesties Declaration Defended
author: Dryden, John
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  The Kings late Declaration touching the Reasons the Popish and Arbitrary Party, that the King should call, frequent, their Party; who if they carry one House of Commons for their turn, will will never persuade a reasonable man, that a King, who in his younger that this Declaration is evidently the Kings, and the only true King, of _England_ is no other thing than a Duke of _Venice_; take the betwixt the King and his House of Commons. are most averse to the present Government, if they think our King would _and others Letters, and by both Houses by declaring the King''s Life to the House of Commons to Dis-inherit the Duke, to deny the King yet still he says the Duke is the great Minister of State; and the Kings _If the House of Commons declare they have just Reasons to fear, that


id: 2062
title: All for Love; Or, The World Well Lost: A Tragedy
author: Dryden, John
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  to that which I reserved for Antony and Cleopatra; whose mutual love That gave the world a lord: ''tis Antony''s. A love, which knows no bounds, to Antony, My emperor; the man I love next Heaven: Thou long''st to curse me, and I give thee leave. And I will leave her; though, Heaven knows, I love Caesar shall know what ''tis to force a lover Ere Caesar saw your eyes, you gave me love, To say it was designed: ''tis true, I loved you, Gods, ''tis too much; too much for man to bear. I love this man, who runs to meet his ruin; How thou upbraid''st my love: The queen has eyes, And when thou speak''st (but let it first be long), Has loved her long; he, next my god-like lord, Think not ''tis thou hast conquered Antony; Then art thou innocent, my poor dear love, Thou hast loved me,


id: 11578
title: The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2 With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes
author: Dryden, John
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  But since ''tis nature''s law, in love and wit, Thy genius, bounded by the times, like mine, By law thy powerful pen has set us free; Thus we love God, as author of our good; 180 Be what, and where thou art: to wish thy place, 3 Great God of love, why hast thou made A day shall come when in thy power Joy ruled the day, and Love the night. True wit has seen its best days long ago; to-day; our new play is like to come on, without a frontispiece; this time, it came into my mind, that our old English poet Chaucer in latter end of the day, by pursuing his point too far, like the Prince of How much more happy fates thy love attend! This hand should force thee to renounce thy love. Thou hast for ever lost thy lady''s love!


id: 11488
title: The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 1 With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes
author: Dryden, John
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  Heaven''s gifts, which do like falling stars appear Like those that vainly hoped kind Heaven would wink, 49 The prince long time had courted fortune''s love, Who on high chairs the god-like fathers saw. While he, like Heaven, does each day''s labour bless. And let not foreign foes oppress thy land. To god-like David several sons before. Desire of greatness is a god-like sin. Till time shall ever-wanting David draw, His long chin proved his wit; his saint-like grace The god-like David spoke; with awful fear, Why am I forced, like Heaven, against my mind; 1000 There Heaven itself and god-like kings, in vain ''Cause like the rest he could not live at home; ''Tis time to take the monarch''s power in hand; To think thy wit these God-like notions bred! God''s and king''s rebels have the same good cause, [Footnote 130: ''A plain good man:'' a character of King James II.]


id: 12166
title: The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 02
author: Dryden, John
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  come and blanket thee anon; art thou not ashamed to lie a-bed so long? wit, than to think thou would''st come to so little purpose. _Burr, rising_.] And of all things in nature I love it best. Tis true she tells me; I love your wit well, sir; but I little bed is; I''ll let my best room to a better pay-master: you know Oh, ''tis well thought on; ''faith thou know''st my I hope I shall have your good word, too, madam, to your If I stay, ''tis for love of my cousin Constance, not of But, madam, are you sure you shall not love him? ''Tis fit you know--I love Orazia too: The way to her loved life through mine shall lie. ''Tis thy false love that fears her destiny. A day shall come when in thy power Thou leav''st me, life, but love supplies thy part,


id: 37645
title: Dryden''s Works Vol. 3
author: Dryden, John
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  _Sir John._ Madam, this fair young lady begs the honour to be known to _Sir Mart._ Why, there''s the jest of it: He shall never know it: ''Tis _Sir Mart._ I hope thou art not in earnest, man! _Warn._ For telling Sir John you loved my master, madam. _Warn._ When you know all, I shall deserve it, sir: I came to sound the _Warn._ A word in private, sir; you mistake this old man; he loves _Sir John._ ''Tis no matter, though the old man be suspicious; I knew the _Warn._ Nay, for that you shall excuse me, sir; I do not love to make a _Sir John._ Dost thou think I shall get her aunt''s consent? _Sir John._ Pray, madam, let me speak with you; on my soul, ''tis the _Sir Mart._ There''s no answering thee any thing; thou thinkest I am good _Mir._ ''Tis a creature, sir, I do not love to look on.


id: 47383
title: Dryden''s Works Vol. 13
author: Dryden, John
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  observed the rules of unity in time and place more closely than Virgil, Satires of Juvenal and Persius appearing in this new English dress, authority, that satire was derived from _satura_, a Roman word, which satirical plays on the Roman stage was given by the Greeks: not from branches of new Roman satire, like different scions from the same root, of Horace, that, according to the ancient art and law of satire, it of Juvenal be never so necessary for his new kind of satire; let him Horace," makes it for me, in these words: "Satire is a kind of poetry, come to make thee understand what shall befall thy people in the latter And life in verse shall lay the poet dead. [65] Horace, who wrote satires; it is more noble, says our author, to Thy years are ripe, nor art thou yet to learn Is in thy soul, ''tis there thou art not sound.


id: 24901
author: Dryden, John F. (John Fairfield)
title:
  The American Type of Isthmian Canal Speech by Hon. John Fairfield Dryden in the Senate of the United States, June 14, 1906


