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Those dicing houses ; that stand never well , But when they stand most ill : That
fcur - squar'd lin Has almost lodg'd us in the beggar's inn . A fort of ravens have
hung upon thy sleeve , And fed upon thee ; thy fame is fpeckled , ' Yet it fhews ...
Those dicing houses ; that stand never well , But when they stand most ill : That
fcur - squar'd lin Has almost lodg'd us in the beggar's inn . A fort of ravens have
hung upon thy sleeve , And fed upon thee ; thy fame is fpeckled , ' Yet it fhews ...
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I stand like one Has loft his way , and no man near him to enquire it of : Yet
there's a providence above , that knows The roads which ill men tread , and can
direct Enquiring justice : The passengers that travel In the wide ocean , where no
paths ...
I stand like one Has loft his way , and no man near him to enquire it of : Yet
there's a providence above , that knows The roads which ill men tread , and can
direct Enquiring justice : The passengers that travel In the wide ocean , where no
paths ...
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... and keep him in the bounds of merey ; Only our heights bereave us of these
helps ; And we are looth'd in vices , till we run Beyond the reach of grace , and
stand within The shot of heaviest vegeance , which feldom comes Short of our
merits ...
... and keep him in the bounds of merey ; Only our heights bereave us of these
helps ; And we are looth'd in vices , till we run Beyond the reach of grace , and
stand within The shot of heaviest vegeance , which feldom comes Short of our
merits ...
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I will stand arraign'd , and caft , to be The subject of your grace in pard'ning me ;
And , itild your mercy's creature , will live more Your honour now , than your
disgrace before : Think it was frailty , mistress , think me man ; Think that yourself
like ...
I will stand arraign'd , and caft , to be The subject of your grace in pard'ning me ;
And , itild your mercy's creature , will live more Your honour now , than your
disgrace before : Think it was frailty , mistress , think me man ; Think that yourself
like ...
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Potential merit stands for actual , Where only opportunity doth want Not will , nor
power . Johnson's Cynthia's Revels . Ourself have ever vowed to esteem As
virtue for itself , so fortune base ; Who's first in worth , the same be first in place .
Ibid .
Potential merit stands for actual , Where only opportunity doth want Not will , nor
power . Johnson's Cynthia's Revels . Ourself have ever vowed to esteem As
virtue for itself , so fortune base ; Who's first in worth , the same be first in place .
Ibid .
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appear baſe bear Beaumont and Fletcher's beauty beſt better blood body breath bring cauſe Chapman's clouds court Crown's Davenant's dead death deſire doth earth ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fear fire firſt force fortune foul give glory gods gold grow hand hath head heart heav'n himſelf hold honour hope itſelf Johnſon's judgment juſtice keep kind kings knowledge leave leſs light live look Lord loſe man's mind moſt muſt nature never night noble once pleaſure poor pow'r princes reaſon rich rule ſay ſee ſeem ſenſe Shakeſpear's ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome ſoul ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe things thoſe thou thoughts true truth turn unto uſe virtue whoſe wind youth
Pasajes populares
Página 170 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Página 19 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Página 164 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 109 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Página 276 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Página 76 - Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Página 236 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Página 73 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 149 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 276 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
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| Título | The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful Passages in Our Poems and Plays, from the Celebrated Spencer to 1688 ... Volumen 2 de The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful Passages in Our Poems and Plays, from the Celebrated Spencer to 1688, Thomas Hayward |
| Autor | William Oldys |
| Colaborador | Thomas Hayward |
| Editor | Olive Payne, 1740 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 26 Oct 2005 |
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