| Citation |
NEWJ.732.003
28 Feb 1732:11,12,21,22,31,32,41 (258)
The London Merchant: or, the History of George Barnwell.
[Act III, Scenes III and IV; Act IV, Scenes I and II]
[Verse :21]
Thou dear, dear cause of all my grief and pain,
Small were the loss and infinite the gain.
Tho' to the grave, in secret love, I pine,
So life, and fame, and happiness were thine.
. . . [Dialogue of play continues]
[Verse :31]
Be warn'd ye youths. who see my sad despair,
Avoid lewd women, false as they are fair;
By reason guided, honest joys pursue,
The fair to honour, and to virtue true,
. . . [5 more lines]
. . . [Dialogue continues]
[Verse :41]
Women, by whom you are, the source of joy,
With cruel arts you labour to destroy:
A thousand ways our ruin you pursue,
Yet blame in us those arts, first taught by you.
. . . [6 more lines]
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