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Página 143 - Peter, good nature becomes you — you look now as you did before we were married, when you used to walk with me under the elms, and tell me stories of what a gallant you were in your youth, and chuck me under the chin, you would, and ask me if I thought I could love an old fellow, who would deny me nothing — didn't you ? SIR P. Yes, yes, and you were as kind and attentive— LADY T. Ay — so I was, and would always take your part, when my acquaintance used to abuse you, and turn you into ridicule.
Página 128 - tis out of pure good humor, and I take it for granted they deal exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter, you know you promised to come to Lady Sneerwell's too. SIR PET. Well, well, I'll call in, just to look after my own character.
Página 215 - You must not be so talkative, Diggory. You must be all attention to the guests. You must hear us talk, and not think of talking...
Página 435 - I could not tame my nature down; for he Must serve who fain would sway; and soothe, and sue, And watch all time, and pry into all place, And be a living Lie, who would become A mighty thing amongst the mean— and such The mass are; I disdained to mingle with A herd, though to be leader— and of wolves. The lion is alone, and so am I.
Página 209 - And her partiality is such, that she actually thinks him so. A fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as she has the sole management of it, I'm not surprised to see her unwilling to let it go out of the family. Miss NEV.
Página 149 - Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus* Let the toast pass, — Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Página 417 - Myself, and thee — a peasant of the Alps — Thy humble virtues, hospitable home, And spirit patient, pious, proud and free ; Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts ; Thy days of health, and nights of sleep ; thy toils, By danger dignified, yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave, With cross and garland over its green turfr And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ; This do I see — and then I look within — It matters not — my soul was scorch'd already ! C.
Página 412 - If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
Página 166 - I am convinced of it. Ah ! it is a happiness to have a friend whom we can trust even with one's family secrets. But have you no guess who I mean ? Jos. Surf. I haven't the most distant idea. It can't be Sir Benjamin Backbite ! Sir Pet.
Página 173 - Sir Peter, this is one of the smartest French milliners I ever saw. Egad, you seem all to have been diverting yourselves here at hide and seek, and I don't see who is out of the secret. Shall I beg your ladyship to inform me ? Not a word ! — Brother, will you be pleased to explain this matter ? What ! is Morality dumb too ?— Sir Peter, though I found you in the dark, perhaps you are not so now ! All mute ! — Well...