Memoirs of Mrs. Inchbald: Including Her Familiar Correspondence with the Most Distinguished Persons of Her Time. To which are Added The Massacre, and A Case of Conscience; Now First Published from Her Autograph Copies, Volume 1

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R. Bentley, 1833 - Authors, English

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Page 157 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state: it cannot be.
Page 210 - Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips, Look there, look there!
Page 210 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Page 33 - Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of "father" Pantingly forth, as if it pressed her heart; Cried "Sisters! sisters! Shame of ladies! sisters! Kent! father! sisters! What, i
Page 89 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me.
Page 146 - To accept this monkey, dog, or paraquit,5 (This is state in ladies), or my eldest son To be her page, and wait upon her trencher ? My ends, my ends are compass'd — then for Wellborn And the lands; were he once married to the widow I have him here — I can scarce contain myself, I am so full of joy, nay, joy all over. Exit.
Page 147 - We worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen Past hope sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand To lift them up, but rather set our feet Upon their heads, to press them to the bottom.
Page 61 - On which that ancient trump he reach'd was hung : Thither oft, his glory greeting, From Waller's myrtle shades retreating, With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue, My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue ; In vain — Such bliss to one alone, Of all the sons of soul, was known ; And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powers, Have now o'erturn'd th' inspiring bowers; Or curtain'd close such scene from ev'ry future view.
Page 43 - A course of small, quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as to be misunderstood, with now and then a look of kindness, and little or nothing said upon it, leaves Nature for your mistress, and she fashions it to her mind.
Page 7 - you have given me something to desire; I shall long to see the miseries of the world, since the sight of them is necessary to happiness.

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