Florio

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T. Cadell, 1787 - 89 páginas

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Página 7 - Twas doing nothing was his curse, "Is there a vice can plague us worse ? " The wretch who digs the mine for bread, " Or ploughs, that others may be fed, " Feels less fatigue than that decreed " To him who cannot think or read.
Página 82 - Soft polisher of rugged man ! Refiner of the social plan ! For thee, best solace of his toil ! The sage consumes his midnight oil ; And keeps late vigils, to produce Materials for thy future use ; Calls forth the else neglected knowledge, Of school, of travel, and of college. If none behold, ah ! wherefore fair ? Ah ! wherefore wise, if none must hear ? Our intellectual ore must shine, Not slumber, idly, in the mine. Let Education's moral mint The noblest images imprint ; Let taste her...
Página 5 - But FLORIO knew the WORLD ; that science Sets sense and learning at defiance ; He thought the World to him was known, Whereas he only knew the Town ,In men this blunder still you find, All think their little set — Mankind.
Página 13 - Would treat his wife, friend, kindred, nation, Mankind — with what? Annihilation. Though FLORIO did not quite believe him, He thought, why should a friend deceive him ? Much as he priz'd BELLARIO'S wit, He lik'd not all his notions yet ; He thought him charming, pleasant, odd, But hop'd one might believe in GOD ; Yet such the charms that grac'd his tongue, He knew not how to think him wrong.
Página 71 - O ! how unlike the wit that fell, Rambouillet ! * at thy quaint hotel ; Where point, and turn, and equivoque Distorted every word they spoke ! All so intolerably bright, Plain common sense was put to flight; Each speaker, so ingenious ever. 'Twas tiresome to be quite so clever ; There twisted wit forgot to please, And...
Página 6 - Than one who always broke his word ? His mornings were not spent in vice, 'Twas lounging, sauntering, eating ice ; Walk up and down St. James's Street, Full fifty times the youth you'd meet : He hated cards, detested drinking, But stroll'd to shun the toil of thinking ; Twas doing nothing was his curse, — Is there a vice can plague us worse...
Página 85 - What charms from polish'd converse flow, Speak, for you can, the pure delight When kindling sympathies unite ; When correspondent tastes impart Communion sweet from heart to heart ; You ne'er the cold gradations need Which vulgar souls to union lead ; No dry discussion to unfold The meaning caught ere well 'tis told : In taste, in learning, wit, or science, Still kindled souls demand alliance ; Each in the other joys to find The image answering to his mind.
Página 63 - tis decreed, The happieft ftill thy charm fhou'd need. Sweet Architect ! rais'd by thyhands : Fair Concord's Temple firmly itands : Tho' Senfe, tho' Prudence rear the pile, Tho each approving Virtue fmile, •Some fudden guft, nor rare the cafe, May (hake the building to its bafe, Unlefs, to guard againil furprifes, On thy firm arch the ftru&ure rifes.
Página 11 - He knew the little fceptic prattle, The fophift's paltry arts of battle ; Talk'd gravely of th' atomic dance, Of moral fitnefs, fate, and chance ; Quoted the nonfenfe of LUCRETIUS...

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