Sir George Etherege
Sir George Etherege (1635- 10 May 1692,) was an English dramatist. He wrote the plays The Comical Revenge or, Love in a Tub in 1664, She Would if She Could in 1668, and The Man of Mode or, Sir Fopling Flutter in 1676.
George Etherege was born in Maidenhead, Berkshire, around 1636, to George Etherege and Mary Powney, as the eldest of six children. Educated at Lord Williams's School where a school building was later named after him, he was also rumored to have been educated at Cambridge as well; however, John Dennis assures that to his certain knowledge he understood neither Greek nor Latin, thus raising doubts that he could hardly have been there. He served as apprentice to a ... more »
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Sir George Etherege Poems
To a Lady asking him how long he would l...
IT is not, Celia, in our power To say how long our love will last; It may be we within this hour May lose those joys we now do taste;
LADIES, though to your conquering eyes Love owes his chiefest victories, And borrows those bright arms from you With which he does the world subdue,
To a Very Young Lady
Sweetest bud of beauty, may No untimely frost decay Th' early glories which we trace Blooming in thy matchless face:
Song from Love in a Tub
If she be not as kind as fair, But peevish and unhandy, Leave her, she's only worth the care Of some spruce Jack-a-dandy.
A Drinking Song -new-
The pleasures of Love and the joys of good Wine, To perfect our happiness, wisely we join! We, to Beauty, all day.
Quotationsmore quotations »
''When love grows diseased, the best thing we can do is to put it to a violent death; I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion.''George Etherege (1635-1691), British dramatist, diplomat. Dorimant, in The Man of Mode, act 2, sc. 2 (1676).
''Writing, madam, 's a mechanic part of wit! A gentleman should never go beyond a song or a billet.''George Etherege (1635-1691), British dramatist, diplomat. Sir Fopling, in The Man of Mode, act 4, sc. 1 (1676).
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To a Lady asking him how long he would love her
IT is not, Celia, in our power
To say how long our love will last;
It may be we within this hour
May lose those joys we now do taste;
The Blessed, that immortal be,
From change in love are only free.
Then since we mortal lovers are,
Ask not how long our love will last;
But while it does, let us take care
Each minute be with pleasure past:
Were it not madness to deny
To live because we're sure to die?