English Belles-lettres from A.D. 907 to 1834 ...M.W. Dunne, 1901 - 403 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Æsop agayne alwayes ancient archer Aristotle Baboon better body bones bowe breste bycause Cæsar cause Christianity Cicero common death delight divine doth earth Esquire excellent eyther fault fether flyinge friends Frog genius GEORGE GASCOIGNE give glasse hand hath head hede Herodotus Hocus honor John Bull Julius Pollux kepe king knowledge learned live look Lord Strutt lyke lytle maketh marke matter maye middle-earth mind moost nature never noble nocke philosophers Plato Plutarch poesy poetry poets poynte pray priests prince reason religion ROGER ASCHAM Roman saye shafte shal shoote shootynge shote soul speak streyght strynge sure teach tell thee therfore theyr things thou thought thynges tion truth tyme unto urns verse Vespasian virtue waye whan wherein whyche wife words write wyll wynde wyth wythall ynoughe
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Página 172 - Equity is a roguish thing : for law we have a measure, know what to trust to ; equity is according to the conscience of him that is chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. "Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot...
Página 239 - ... tis all one to lie in St. Innocent's churchyard, as in the sands of Egypt: ready to be anything, in the ecstasy of being ever, and as content with six foot as the moles of Adrianus.
Página 339 - I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Página 234 - And therefore restless inquietude for the diuturnity of our memories unto present considerations, seems a vanity almost out of date, and superannuated piece of folly. We cannot hope to live so long in our names as some have done in their persons ; one face of Janus holds no proportion unto the other.
Página 195 - Tis reason a man that will have a wife should be at the charge of her trinkets, and pay all the scores she sets on him. He that will keep a monkey, 'tis fit he should pay for the glasses he breaks.
Página 392 - Keen Pangs of Love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart ; And Fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope; And Hope that scarce would know itself from Fear ; Sense of past Youth, and Manhood come in vain, And Genius given, and Knowledge won in vain...
Página 142 - What child is there that, coming to a play, and seeing Thebes written in great letters upon an old door, doth believe that it is Thebes...
Página 122 - ... crooked heart ; then lo ! did proof, the over-ruler of opinions, make manifest that all these are but serving sciences, which, as they have a private end in themselves, so yet are they all directed to the highest end of the mistress knowledge, by the Greeks called dpziTexTuvixii, which stands, as I think, in the knowledge of a man's self; in the ethic and politic consideration, with the end of well doing, and not of well knowing only...
Página 339 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor...
Página 235 - Herostratus lives that burned the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it. Time hath spared the epitaph of Adrian's horse, confounded that of himself. In vain we compute our felicities by the advantage of our good names, since bad have equal durations, and Thersites is like to live as long as Agamemnon.