Representative English Dramas from Dryden to Sheridan

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217 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage...
325 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, really, Sir, your bill of fare is so exquisite, that any one part of it is full as good as another. Send us what you please. So much for supper. And now to see that our beds are aired, and properly taken care of.
324 ÆäÀÌÁö - From the excellence of your cup, my old friend, I suppose you have a good deal of business in this part of the country. Warm work, now and then at elections, I suppose. Hard. No, Sir, I have' long given that work over. Since our betters have hit upon the expedient of electing each other, there's no business for us that sell ale.
365 ÆäÀÌÁö - If not, z — ds ! don't enter the same hemisphere with me! don't dare to breathe the same air, or use the same light with me ; but get an atmosphere and a sun of your own ! I'll...
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, to be plain with you, Kate, I expect the young gentleman I have chosen to be your husband from town this very day. I have his father's letter, in which he informs me his son is set out, and that he intends to follow himself shortly after.
322 ÆäÀÌÁö - Diggory, you are too talkative. Then, if I happen to say a good thing, or tell a good story at table, you must not all burst out a-laughing, as if you made part of the company.
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then I alone the conquest prize, When I insult a rival's eyes : If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beauty the lover's gift ! Lord, what is a lover, that it can give? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases ; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.

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