Gay's The Beggar's Opera

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Boosey, 1920 - 112 Seiten
 

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Seite 18 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Seite 1-13 - Thus I stand like the Turk, with his doxies around ; From all sides their glances his passion confound: For black, brown, and fair, his inconstancy burns, And the different beauties subdue him by turns: Each calls forth her charms, to provoke his desires: Though willing to all, with but one he retires. But think of this maxim, and put off your sorrow, The wretch of to-day may be happy to-morrow.
Seite 6 - Let us drink and sport to-day, Ours is not to-morrow. Love with youth flies swift away, Age is nought but Sorrow. Dance and sing, Time's on the Wing. Life never knows the Return of Spring.
Seite 1-8 - Our Polly is a sad slut! nor heeds what we have taught her. I wonder any man alive will ever rear a daughter! For she must have both hoods and gowns, and hoops to swell her pride. With scarfs, and stays, and gloves and lace; and she will have men beside; And when she's drest with care and cost, all-tempting, fine and gay, As men should serve a cowcumber,1 she flings herself away.
Seite 1-6 - Lucy. Come, Miss Polly. Polly. Indeed, child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose. You must, my dear, excuse me. Lucy. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamishly affected about taking a cup of strong waters as a lady before company. I vow, Polly, I shall take it monstrously ill if you refuse me.
Seite 15 - Thus gamesters united in friendship are found, Though they know that their industry all is a cheat; They flock to their prey at the dice-box's sound, And join to promote one another's deceit. But if by mishap They fail of a chap, To keep in their hands, they each other entrap. Like pikes, lank with hunger, who miss of their ends, They bite their companions, and prey on their friends.
Seite 1-12 - A Soldier and a Sailor A Fox may steal your Hens, Sir, A Whore your Health and Pence, Sir, Your Daughter rob your Chest, Sir, Your Wife may steal your Rest, Sir, A Thief your Goods and Plate. But this is all but picking; With Rest, Pence, Chest and Chicken, It ever was decreed, Sir, If Lawyer's Hand is fee'd, Sir, He steals your whole Estate.
Seite 1-6 - He hath as fine a hand at picking a pocket as a woman, and is as nimble-fingered as a juggler. If an unlucky session does not cut the rope of thy life, I pronounce, boy, thou wilt be a great man in history.
Seite 1-11 - Yes, indeed, the sex is frail. But the first time a woman is frail, she should be somewhat nice, methinks, for then or never is the time to make her fortune.
Seite 1-12 - Dear wife, be a little pacified. Don't let your passion run away with your senses. Polly, I grant you, hath done a rash thing. Mrs.

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