The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Niteet 21–22 |
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Sivu 15
... fortune , he ob- tains the stores of the bee , he cannot enjoy the feli- city ; that the honey which is not gathered by in- dustry , will be eaten without relish , if it is not wasted in riot ; and that all who become possessed of the ...
... fortune , he ob- tains the stores of the bee , he cannot enjoy the feli- city ; that the honey which is not gathered by in- dustry , will be eaten without relish , if it is not wasted in riot ; and that all who become possessed of the ...
Sivu 16
... - tics to the professors of physic : I mean the disso- lute and indigent ; who in the common phrase put themselves in Fortune's way , and expect from her bounty that which they eagerly desire and yet be- lieve 16 No. 94 . ADVENTURER .
... - tics to the professors of physic : I mean the disso- lute and indigent ; who in the common phrase put themselves in Fortune's way , and expect from her bounty that which they eagerly desire and yet be- lieve 16 No. 94 . ADVENTURER .
Sivu 18
... fortune , he will either be undeceived by a new series of success , or he will be reduced to his original indigence by the loss of that which he knew not how to enjoy : if this happens , of which there is the highest degree of ...
... fortune , he will either be undeceived by a new series of success , or he will be reduced to his original indigence by the loss of that which he knew not how to enjoy : if this happens , of which there is the highest degree of ...
Sivu 19
... fortune for the success of his ticket . " In this disposition Ned was sitting one morning in the corner of a bench by his fire - side , wholly ab- stracted in the contemplation of his future fortune ; indulging this moment the hope of a ...
... fortune for the success of his ticket . " In this disposition Ned was sitting one morning in the corner of a bench by his fire - side , wholly ab- stracted in the contemplation of his future fortune ; indulging this moment the hope of a ...
Sivu 37
... fortune , let me tell you . I do love the little rogues hellishly but faith I make love for the good of the public ; and the town is obliged to me for a dozen or two of the finest wenches that were ever brought in- to its seraglios ...
... fortune , let me tell you . I do love the little rogues hellishly but faith I make love for the good of the public ; and the town is obliged to me for a dozen or two of the finest wenches that were ever brought in- to its seraglios ...
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Sivu 25 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Sivu 7 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Sivu 129 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Sivu 26 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Sivu 168 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Sivu 115 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Sivu 127 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Sivu 167 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Sivu 52 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Sivu 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?