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Página 163 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 160 - And he who, now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad : All these, my modest satire bade translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate.
Página 88 - The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Página 259 - Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se quam quod ridiculos homines facit. "Exeat...
Página 174 - And from Shakespeare she gained a great store of information amongst the rest, that -'Trifles light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong, As proofs of Holy Writ.
Página 204 - Spanish proverb be true, that a fool knows more in his own house than a wise man in another's.
Página 304 - O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Página 68 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Página 45 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?