 Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye, 'Till at the last a cruel spoiler came, Cropt this fair rose, and rifled all its sweetness, Then cast it like a loathsome weed away.  Bell's British Theatre - Pagina 78geredigeerd door - 1797Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Thomas Otway - 1757 - 392 pagina’s
...Rofe, and rifled all its Sweetnefs, Then caft it like a loathfome Weed away. ACASTO. You talk to m« in Parables ; Chamont, You may have known that I'm no wordy Man ; Fine Speeches are the Inftmments of Knaves Or Fools, that ufe 'em, when they want good Senfe ; But Honefty Needs no Difguife... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1767 - 292 pagina’s
...Crept this fair rofe, and rifled all its fweetnefs, Then caft it like a lothfome weed away. AcASTO. You talk to me in parables; Chamont, You may have known that I'm no wordy man; Fine fpeeches are the inftruments of knaves Or fools, that ufe'em when they want good fenfe; But honefty... | |
 | 1829 - 696 pagina’s
...peculiar force. The fair pride of a family long flourished in the parental garden, " Grew sweet to th' sense, and lovely to the eye, Till, at the last, a cruel spoiler came, Cropp'd this fair rose, and rifled all it* sweetness ; Then cast it, like a loathsome weed, away."... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1784 - 524 pagina’s
...greater part, to their honour, remained untainted. Act IV. Scene I. Acafto, Chamont, Monimia. > ACAST O. You talk to me in parables, Chamont. You may have known that I'm no wordy man. Fine fpeeches are the inftruments of knaves, Or fools that ufe them when they want good fenfe. But honefty... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 292 pagina’s
...Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines. There long she flourish'd, 340 Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye, 'Till...Chamont, You may have known that I'm no wordy man ; "•'ine speeches are the instruments of knaves, Of fools, that use 'em when they want good sense... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 468 pagina’s
...Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines. There long she flourish'd, 340 Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye, 'Till at the last a cruel spoiler came, 'ropt this fair rose, and rifled all its sweetness, 'hen cast it like a loathsome weed away. Acast.... | |
 | 1810 - 702 pagina’s
...sun always shines. There long she flourish'd, Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye, Until at last a cruel spoiler came, Cropt this fair rose, and...sweetness, Then cast it like a loathsome weed away !" OTWAY. ' The most powerful indications of awe and terror in the tones, looks, and gesture of the... | |
 | 1803 - 376 pagina’s
...melancholy view in which Chamont regards his sister, in those beautiful lines : Longshe flcmrish'd, Grew sweet to sense and lovely to the eye ; Till at the last a cruel spoiler came, Crept this fair rose, and rifled all its sweetness, Then cast it like a loathsome weed away. On the... | |
 | 1804 - 516 pagina’s
...Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines. There long she flourished, Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye ; Till...rose, and rifled all its sweetness. Then cast it, ¡ike a loathsome weed, away. Acast. You talk to me in parables, Chamont. OTwAY.] You may have known,... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 pagina’s
...Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines. There long she flourished, Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye ; 'Till...last a cruel spoiler came, Cropt this fair rose, and rilled all its swcetnes«, Then cast it, like a loathsome weed, away. Ai-asi. You talk to me in parables,... | |
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