Stultifera Navis; ...: The Modern Ship of FoolsW. Miller, 1807 - 295 pagina's |
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... shame ; As if discarding chastity from hence , Was the criterion of all common sense , And the sure beacon of the road to fame . issued from the press , who serapid sale has but too evi- dently indicated the TASTE of the present times ...
... shame ; As if discarding chastity from hence , Was the criterion of all common sense , And the sure beacon of the road to fame . issued from the press , who serapid sale has but too evi- dently indicated the TASTE of the present times ...
Pagina 27
... shame . Ye feel no spark of love's celestial fire ; Yours th ' infuriate throb of fierce desire , With mind thus tutor'd , caution is your plan : ' Tis naught to you , so man succeeds to man . * Notwithstanding this apparent ill nature ...
... shame . Ye feel no spark of love's celestial fire ; Yours th ' infuriate throb of fierce desire , With mind thus tutor'd , caution is your plan : ' Tis naught to you , so man succeeds to man . * Notwithstanding this apparent ill nature ...
Pagina 32
... yet was found to constitute a part of the creed of any wise and rational being ; but , on the contrary , has been to- lerated only by madmen , knaves , and fools . · For shame , for shame , no longer yield $ 2 THE SHIP OF FOOLS .
... yet was found to constitute a part of the creed of any wise and rational being ; but , on the contrary , has been to- lerated only by madmen , knaves , and fools . · For shame , for shame , no longer yield $ 2 THE SHIP OF FOOLS .
Pagina 33
The Modern Ship of Fools William Henry Ireland. · For shame , for shame , no longer yield , Thy dormant faith arouse from sleep ; Drive irreligion from the field , Nor laugh at what made angels weep . L'ENVOY OF THE POET . If doubts ...
The Modern Ship of Fools William Henry Ireland. · For shame , for shame , no longer yield , Thy dormant faith arouse from sleep ; Drive irreligion from the field , Nor laugh at what made angels weep . L'ENVOY OF THE POET . If doubts ...
Pagina 74
... shame the very devil . * Flatterers are the Will o'the wisps of fools , who mean nothing , yet lead them into the mire ; and so prevalent is now become this bifronted vice , that Vitium fuit , nunc mos est , adsentatio . The well known ...
... shame the very devil . * Flatterers are the Will o'the wisps of fools , who mean nothing , yet lead them into the mire ; and so prevalent is now become this bifronted vice , that Vitium fuit , nunc mos est , adsentatio . The well known ...
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Stultifera Navis: Or, the Modern Ship of Fools William Henry Ireland Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
aëre Alexander Barclay Alice Pearce bard bells boast brain Canst thou cause certainly CHORUS TO FOOLS common sense conceived Crowds flock dame death decency disgrace display doth ev'ry exclaim eyes fam'd fame famous fashion feel folly FOOLISH fortune frequently give Goddess of Fools gold harlot's hath head hear Heaven honour Horace human idiot instance irreligion John Perrot justly King L'ENVOY labour ladle lady laugh lines live Lord mind nature naught ne'er never noble o'er pain passion pleasure POET POET'S CHORUS Praise of Folly present prove quod rage Rara Avis reader reason respect score scorn SECTION Shakspeare shame Ship of Fools smile SOLOMON speaking species stanza Stultifera Navis thee thine thing thro thyself tion tongue trim the boat truth vice Voltaire votaries wear wearers wisdom wise words youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 12 - The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
Pagina 133 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Pagina 196 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Pagina 245 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Pagina 164 - ... we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Pagina 164 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Pagina xx - Quid verum atque decens euro et rogo, et omnis in hoc sum ; Condo et compono quae mox depromere possim.
Pagina 207 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box...
Pagina 196 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
Pagina 171 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.