Himself His Worst Enemy: Or, Philip, Duke of Wharton's Career ...

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J. P. Lippincott & Company, 1871 - 374 páginas

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Página 369 - Shrewsbury and love; Or just as gay, at council, in a ring Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Página 369 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies...
Página 306 - Hitherto my master's interest has been managed by the Duchess of Perth, and three or four other old women, who meet under the portal of St. Germain's; he wanted a Whig, and a brisk one, to put them in the right train, and I am the man ! You may now look upon me, Sir...
Página 7 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel, by divine command, With rising tempests shakes a guilty land (Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Página 292 - am no competent judge, your Lordships shall be " induced to proceed on this bill, God's will be " done ! Naked came I out of my mother's womb, " and naked shall I return ; and whether He " gives or takes away, blessed be the name of the "Lord!
Página 339 - His passion still, to covet general praise, His life, to forfeit it a thousand ways; A constant bounty which no friend has made; An angel tongue, which no man can persuade; A fool, with more of wit than half mankind, Too rash for thought, for action too refined...
Página 297 - Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true Love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.
Página 133 - Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds ? I pass their desperate deeds and mischiefs done, Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run ; How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's womb, Were tumbled furious thence...
Página 70 - Pierre, whene'er thou seest my fears Betray me less, to rip this heart of mine Out of my breast, and show it for a coward's.
Página 297 - I and my love wer wont to gae. 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true love did lichtly me. O waly waly, gin love be bonny, A little time while it is new ; But when its auld, it waxeth cauld, And fades awa

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