Miscellaneous: The fathers; or, The good-natured man, a comedy. The life of Jonathan Wild the Great. A journey from this world to the next, &c

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J. Johnson, 1806
 

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Page 358 - I confessed I had indulged myself very freely with wine and women in my youth, but had never done an injury to any man living, nor avoided an opportunity of doing good; that I pretended to very little virtue more than general philanthropy and private friendship. I was proceeding, when Minos bid me enter the gate, and not indulge myself with trumpeting forth my virtues.
Page 223 - ... he in a few minutes ravished this fair creature, or at least would have ravished her, if she had not, by a timely compliance, prevented him.
Page 311 - ... last moment, which was, that, whilst the ordinary was busy in his ejaculations, Wild, in the midst of the shower of stones, &c., which played upon him, applied his hands to the parson's pocket, and emptied it of his bottle-screw, which he carried out of the world in his hand.
Page 7 - From time's dark storehouse, bring a long-lost play, And drag it from oblivion into day. But who the Author? Need I name the wit, Whom nature prompted as his genius writ? Truth...
Page 314 - That many men were undone by not going deep enough in roguery ; as in gaming any man may be a loser who doth not play the whole game.
Page 359 - I presently met a little daughter whom I had lost several years before. Good gods! what words can describe the raptures, the melting passionate tenderness, with which we kissed each other, continuing in our embrace, with the most ecstatic joy, a space which, if time had been measured here as on earth, could not be less than half a year.
Page 354 - She was succeeded by a spirit, who told the judge, he believed his works would speak for him. What works ? answered Minos. My dramatic works, replied the other, which have done so much good in recommending virtue and punishing vice.
Page 361 - Faith, Gentlemen, it is so long since I wrote the Line I have forgot my Meaning. This I know, could I have dreamt so much Nonsense would have been talked and writ about it, I would have blotted it out of my Works ; for I am sure, if any of these be my Meaning, it doth me very little Honour.

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