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Abraham Modish Alexander Modish answer appearance arrived asked attend Baronet bond Brighton called Cash Chissel concerns consequently considered convinced course daughter debt desired directions dress elegant entered extremely fear feelings felt follows fortune four friends gave gentleman give given hands hearing honour hoped hour hundred immediately knew lady leave letter look Madam manner mentioned Miss Charlotte Modish months Mortimer Mortimer's never night offered once paid passed persons poor possessed pounds present proper prove received relations remain rent replied requested respectable seen sent servant settle shew Sir Timothy Flight situation solicitor soon Sussex Symphony taken tell thing thought Timothy's tion told took Town trouble trust weeks widow wished write wrote young ladies
Сторінка 72 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Сторінка 198 - And truest friends, through error, wound our rest Without misfortune, what calamities! And what hostilities, without a foe! Nor are foes wanting to the best on earth. But endless is the list of human ills, And sighs might sooner fail than cause to sigh.
Сторінка 1 - So spake the false dissembler unperceived ; For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heaven and earth : And oft, though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems...
Сторінка 36 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Сторінка 113 - Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory ; But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last Gather'd like scum, and settled to itself, It shall be in eternal restless change Self-fed, and self-consumed : if this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
Сторінка 169 - OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I sit me down and sigh : O life ! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I...
Сторінка 198 - Through thickest shades, pursues the fond of peace. Man's caution often into danger turns, And, his guard falling, crushes him to death.
Сторінка 36 - Burst law's inclosure, leap the mounds of right, Pursuing and pursued, each other's prey ; As wolves for rapine, as the fox for wiles, Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all.
Сторінка 198 - Man's caution often into danger turns ; And his guard falling crushes him to death. Not happiness itself makes good her name; Our very wishes give us not our wish. How distant oft the thing we doat on most From that for which we doat, felicity!