The works of John Dryden: now first collected in eighteen volumes. Illustrated with notes, historical, critical, and explanatory, and a life of the author, Том 4
Printed for William Miller, 1808
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Страница 40 - I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Страница 225 - The desire of imitating so great a pattern, first awakened the dull and heavy spirits of the English from their natural reservedness ; loosened them from their stiff forms of conversation ; and made them easy and pliant to each other in discourse. Thus, insensibly, our way of living became more free ; and the fire of the English wit, which was before stifled under a constrained, melancholy way of breeding, began first to display its force, by mixing the solidity of our nation with the air and gaiety...
Страница 72 - If from thy hands alone my death can be, I am immortal, and a god to thee. If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low, That I must stoop ere I can give the blow : But mine is fixed so far above thy crown, That all thy men, Piled on thy back, can never pull it down.
Страница 224 - Now, if they ask me whence it is that our conversation is so much refined, I must freely, and without flattery, ascribe it to the Court; and, in it, particularly to the King, whose example gives a law to it.
Страница 90 - But greatness cannot be without a slave. A monarch never can in private move. But still is haunted with officious love. So small an inconvenience you may bear; 'Tis all the fine Fate sets upon the fair. Almah. Yet princes may retire, whene'er they please, And breathe free air from out their palaces : They go sometimes unknown, to shun their state ; And then, 'tis manners not to know or wait.
Страница 211 - It is therefore my part to make it clear that the language, wit, and conversation of our age are improved and refined above the last ; and then it will not be difficult to infer that our plays have received some part of those advantages.
Страница 103 - And, when you would, impossible to do. If force could bend me, you might think, with shame, That I debased the blood from whence I came. My soul is soft, which you may gently lay In your loose palm; but, when 'tis pressed to stay, Like water, it deludes your grasp and slips away.
Страница 30 - Under the shelter of so broad a shield. This is that hat, whose very sight did win ye To laugh and clap as though the devil were in ye. As then, for Nokes, so now I hope you'll be So dull, to laugh once more for love of me. " I'll write a play," says one, " for I have got A broad-brimmed hat, and waist-belt, towards a plot." Says t'other, " I have one more large than that.