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What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?
The Rehearsal (1671)
Ay, now the Plot thickens very much upon us.
The Rehearsal (1671)
All these threatening storms, which, like impregnate Clouds, hover o'er our heads, will (when they once are grasp'd but by the eye of reason) melt into fruitful showers of blessings on the people.
The Rehearsal (1671)
I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare;
And all this I can do, because I dare.
The Rehearsal (1671)
A Lady that was drown'd at Sea, and had a wave for her Winding sheet.
The Rehearsal (1671)
Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy,
And with their Comoedies they make us cry.
The Rehearsal (1671)
The blackest Ink of Fate, sure, was my Lot,
And, when she writ my Name, she made a blot.
The Rehearsal (1671)
We might well call this short Mock-play of ours
A Posie made of Weeds instead of Flowers;
Yet such have been presented to your noses,
And there are such, I fear, who thought 'em Roses.
The Rehearsal (1671)