 | 1907 - 498 стор.
...end of every worldly soore" ; but only in form contrasts with Sir Thomas Browne's, 'For the world, I count it not an inn but an hospital, and a place not to live but to die in5. And Cicero said, 'Ex hac vita discedo tanquam ex hospitio, non tanquain ex domo'. Shenstone's... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1907 - 718 стор.
...and the temporal, a nearness to the unseen, which strongly reminds us of Vaughan. He counts the world "not an inn but an hospital, and a place not to live but to die in." He loses himself in the contemplation of God, and in his "solitary and retired imaginations" he remembers... | |
 | Paul Elmer More - 1909 - 376 стор.
...were not a history but a piece of poetry, and would sound to common ears like a fable ; for the world, I count it not an inn but an hospital, and a place...to live but to die in. The world that I regard is my self; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast my eye on ; for the other, I use it but like... | |
 | Paul Elmer More - 1909 - 374 стор.
...were not a history but a piece of poetry, and would sound to common ears like a fable ; for the world, I count it not an inn but an hospital, and a place...to live but to die in. The world that I regard is my self; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast my eye on ; for the other, I use it but like... | |
 | Francis Bacon - 1909 - 368 стор.
...were not a History, but a piece of Poetry, and would sound to common ears like a Fable. For the World, I count it not an Inn, but an Hospital; and a place not to live, but to dye in. The world that I regard is my self; it is the Microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye... | |
 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1909 - 254 стор.
...would found to common eares like a fable ; for the world, I count it not an Inne, but an Hofpitall, and a place, not to live, but to die in. The world that I regard is my felfe, it is the Microcofme of mine owne frame, that I caft mine eye on ; for the other, I ufe it... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1912 - 788 стор.
...not a history, but a piece of poetry, and would sound to common ears like a fable ; for the world, I count it not an inn, but an hospital ; and a place...to live, but to die in. The world that I regard is of myself ; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye on ; for the other, I use it but... | |
 | Harold Begbie - 1912 - 376 стор.
...or drown the universal sighs of our suffering humanity. " For the world," says Sir Thomas Browne, " I count it not an Inn, but an Hospital ; and a place not to live, but to die in." " The supreme and mysterious Power," says Winwood Reade, " by whom the universe has been created, and by... | |
 | Harold Begbie - 1912 - 376 стор.
...or drown the universal sighs of our suffering humanity. " For the world," says Sir Thomas Browne, " I count it not an Inn, but an Hospital ; and a place not to live, but to die in." " The supreme and mysterious Power," says Winwood Reade, " by whom the universe has been created, and by... | |
 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1912 - 420 стор.
...History, but a JL ^1 piece of Poetry, and would sound to common ears like a Fable ; for the World, I count it not an Inn, but an Hospital ; and a place not to live, but to dye in. The world that I regard is my self; it is the Microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye... | |
| |
... for the world, I count it not an inn but an hospital, and a place, not to live but to die in. 
