poet Sir George Etherege

Sir George Etherege

Sir George Etherege
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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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  • ''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).
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  • ''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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  • Juan De Dios Torralbo (4/21/2008 4:24:00 AM)

    Among the COURT WITS' poetry, what is the role of Etherege?
    Perhaps, his poetical legacy is not of long-range impact, but what about... if he is compared to Sedley's 'Not, Celya [...]', Sackville's 'Dorinda's sparkling wit [...]', even Wilmot's poems?

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Best Poem of Sir George Etherege

Song

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,
Yet you yourselves are not above
The empire nor the griefs of love.

Then rack not lovers with disdain,
Lest Love on you revenge their pain:
You are not free because you're fair:
The Boy did not his Mother spare.
Beauty 's but an offensive dart:
It is no armour for the heart.

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