The Works of the Honourable Sir Charles Sedley, Bart: In Prose and Verse ...

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S. Briscoe, and sold, 1722
 

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Seite 7 - My father left me all he had, Both gold and silver plenty: Now he's in grave, I will be brave, The ladies shall adore me, I'le court and kiss, what hurt's in this? My dad did so before me.
Seite 1 - My constancy I to the planets give; My truth to them who at the court do live...
Seite 9 - I see, good Brother, they stand as fair in the Opinion of the World as yours, and have done nothing but what I like very welL Fore. What, do you count it nothing to be all day abroad, to live more in the Coach than at Home ; and if they chance to keep the House an Afternoon, to have the Yard full of Sedans, the Hall full of Footmen and Pages, and their Chambers cover'd all over with Feathers and Ribbons, dancing and playing at Cards with 'em till Morning ? Ever. Why, where's the hurt of all this...
Seite 16 - em an opinion of our wit, and is consequently a spur to theirs. The great pleasure of gaming were lost if we saw one another's hands; and of love if we knew one another's hearts. There would be no room for good play in the one, nor for address in the other — which are the refined parts of both. But what would you give to see Horatio ? Viet.
Seite 41 - Sister, think no more of him ; but [20 to the matter in hand, who ever caught any thing with a naked hook ? nothing venture, nothing win, and for my part I am...
Seite 83 - Only poor poets their own faults must bear, Therefore grave judges be not too severe: Our author humbly hopes to 'scape your rage, Being no known offender on the stage, He came by chance, is a...
Seite 12 - Besides, every good man is not acquainted with this principle among you, that you can be in love with nothing but yourselves — and may be jealous of his wife when indeed you come innocently to take a view of your persons from head to feet in the great glass . . . comb out your periwig . . . shake your garnitures . . . and be gone.
Seite 55 - Every man name the woman that has oblig'd him last, and drink all their healths in a brimmer." MODISH : " Content ; begin, Estridge. ESTRIDGE : " Olivia. Now Modish, name yours.
Seite 42 - I am resolved to allow all innocent liberty. This matrimony is a pill will scarce down with a young man without gilding. Let Estridge believe I am in love with him, and when he leaves me he'll find I am not. Enter to them Wildish.
Seite 8 - em hate us. Fore. Well, go then, and carry your Daughters abroad, and break their Bellies with Sillabub ; its the greatest kindness you can do them now ; as you have bred 'em, you may e'en keep 'em to yourself, and save their Portions ; I believe nobody will be very fond of a HidePark Filly for a Wife ; nor an old Boy that looks like a Pedlar's Pack for a Father-in-law : but now I think on't, you are such...

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