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I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
Topic: Ancestry
Source: Love for Love (act II, sc. 1)
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Beauty is the lover's gift.
Topic: Beauty
Source: The Way of the World (act II, sc. 2)
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For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Topic: Blessings
Source: Mourning Bride (act V, sc. 3)
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Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Topic: Charm
Source: None
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Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
Topic: Christianity
Source: None
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There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
And sure he must have more than mortal Skill,
Who please one against his Will.
Topic: Criticism
Source: The Way of the World (epilogue)
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And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes
to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under
her petticoats!
Topic: Feet
Source: Love for Love (act I, sc. 1)
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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Topic: Hate
Source: None
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What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?
Topic: Pelicans
Source: Love for Love (act II, sc. 1)
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Who pleases one against his will.
Topic: Pleasure
Source: The Way of the World--Epilogue
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Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Love for Love (act I, sc. 1)
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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: The Mourning Bride (act III, sc. 2)
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Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Topic: Reward
Source: None
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To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must
lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.
Topic: Scandal
Source: Love for Love (act I, sc. 2), "losing Loadum" is an old game which one plays to lose tricks
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Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Topic: Security
Source: None
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Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
Topic: Security
Source: None
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By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Topic: Sound
Source: Mourning Bride (act I, sc. 1)
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I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of
being dull.
Topic: Stupidity
Source: Old Bachelor (act II, 2)
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Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise;
Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight
With her enlivening and unlook'd for light,
How grateful will appear her dawning rays!
As favours unexpected doubly please.
Topic: Tomorrow
Source: Letter to Cobham (l. 61)
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Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
Topic: Uncertainty
Source: None
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I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough
to be a wit.
Topic: Wit
Source: Love for Love (act I, sc. 1)
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Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou
art the man in the moon.
Topic: Wives
Source: Love for Love (act II, sc. 1)
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