Comicorum graecorum fragmentaApud T. Stevenson et J.G. Parker, 1840 - 275 стор. |
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Сторінка 46 - For tis the mind that makes the body rich ; ^• And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, •+ So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful...
Сторінка 121 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Сторінка 119 - Then old age and experience, hand in hand, Lead him to death, and make him understand, After a search so painful and so long, That all his life he has been in the wrong.
Сторінка 235 - By the sea's margin, on the watery strand, Thy monument, Themistocles, shall stand. By this directed to thy native shore, The merchant shall convey his freighted store; And when our fleets are summon'd to the fight, Athens shall conquer with thy tomb in sight.
Сторінка 245 - Tis life, my life at least : the first of pleasures Were to be rich myself; but next to this I hold it best to be a Parasite, And feed upon the rich. Now mark me right...
Сторінка 245 - Cease, mourners, cease complaint, and weep no more ! Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, Advanced a stage or two upon that road, Which you must travel in the steps they trode ; In the same inn we all shall meet at last, There take new life and laugh at sorrows past.
Сторінка 118 - I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, Or anything, but that vain animal, Who is so proud of being rational. The senses are too gross, and he'll contrive A sixth to contradict the other five; And before certain instinct will...
Сторінка 119 - Mountains of whimsies, heap'd in his own brain, Stumbling from thought to thought, falls headlong down Into doubt's boundless sea, where, like to drown, Books bear him up a while and make him try To swim with bladders of philosophy, In hopes still to o'ertake the skipping light.
Сторінка 2 - The place is dignified by the doer's deed ; Where great additions swell 's, and virtue none, It is a dropsied honour. Good alone Is good without a name. Vileness is so; The property by what it is should go, Not by the title.
Сторінка 29 - To wit, that each should work his own desire, And eat, drink, study, sleep, as it may fall, Or melt the time in love, or wake the lyre, And carol what, unhid, the muses might inspire.