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

S. Briscoe, and sold, 1722

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Seite 254 - Imprimis, For my Soul, I confess I have heard very much of Souls, but what they are, or whom they are for, God knows, I know not ; they tell me now of another World, where I never was, nor do I know one foot of the way thither. While the King stood I was of his Religion, made my Son wear a Cassock, and thought to make him a Bishop ; then came the Scots, and made me a...
Seite 49 - Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest ; For I would change each hour, like them, Were not my heart at rest. But I am tied to very thee By every thought I have ; Thy face I only care to see, Thy heart I only crave.
Seite 10 - EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR." TNTREATiY mall not fcrve, nor violence, * To make me fpeak in fuch a play's defence; A play, where wit and humour do agree To break all praftis'd laws of Comedy.
Seite 11 - Hold, and give way, for I myfelf will fpeak ; Can you encourage fo much infolence, And add new faults ftill to the great offence, Your anceftors fo rafhly did commit, Againft the mighty powers of art and wit ? When they condemn'd thofe noble works of mine, Sejanus, and my belt-lov'd Catiline.
Seite 82 - And forsakes th' unequal pair; But when love two hearts engages, The kind God is ever there. Regard not then high blood, nor riches ; You that would his blessings have, Let untaught love guide all your wishes, Hymen should be Cupid's slave. Young virgins that yet bear your passions, Coldly as the flint its fire, Offer to Hymen your devotions, He will warm you with desire.
Seite 10 - And fomething yet more fharpl'y might be faid, But I confider the poor author's dead : Let that be his excufe— now for .our own, Why, — faith, in my opinion, we need none. The parts were fitted well ; but fome will fay, Pox on...
Seite 4 - PHILLIS, men say that all my vows Are to thy fortune paid ; Alas ! my heart he little knows, Who thinks my love a trade. Were I of all these woods the lord, One berry from thy hand More real pleasure would afford Than all my large command. My humble love has learned to live On what the nicest maid, Without a conscious blush, may give Beneath the myrtle shade.
Seite 56 - scape, Rivals and falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good, Tis cruel to prolong a pain, And to defer a bliss, Believe me, gentle Hermoine, No less inhuman is.
Seite 49 - For you are so entirely fair, To love a part injustice were ; No drowning man can know which drop Of water his last breath did stop ; So when the stars in heaven appear, And join to make the night look clear ; The light we no one's bounty call, But the obliging gift of all. He that does lips or hands adore, Deserves them only and no more ; But I love all, and every part, And nothing less can ease my heart. Cupid, that lover, weakly strikes, 'Who can express what 'tis he likes...
Seite 60 - At every Hour in every Place, I either saw or form'd your Face ; All that in Plays was finely writ, Fancy for you, and me did fit. My Dreams at Night were all of you, Such as till then I never knew : I sported thus with young Desire, Never intending to go higher...

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