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Pagina vi
... thine eyes , since he who hath tasted the delicious fruits of science , would never quit the Hesperian produce ❝to prey on garbage . Therefore naught have I further to add , but take my leave under the firm conviction , that ...
... thine eyes , since he who hath tasted the delicious fruits of science , would never quit the Hesperian produce ❝to prey on garbage . Therefore naught have I further to add , but take my leave under the firm conviction , that ...
Pagina xx
... thine adversaries ; while , firm in the sacred cause , thou mayest act in unison with myself , and henceforth exclaim , Quid verum atque decens curo et rogo , et omnis in hoc sum . THE TABLE OF Section . 1 . II . CONTENTS XX PREFATORY ...
... thine adversaries ; while , firm in the sacred cause , thou mayest act in unison with myself , and henceforth exclaim , Quid verum atque decens curo et rogo , et omnis in hoc sum . THE TABLE OF Section . 1 . II . CONTENTS XX PREFATORY ...
Pagina 3
... thine art produc'd what I say fye on . * William Caxton was the first printer in England ; he established his press at Westminster , and produced a work entitled , The Lives of the Saints , which may very justly be styled the heavenly ...
... thine art produc'd what I say fye on . * William Caxton was the first printer in England ; he established his press at Westminster , and produced a work entitled , The Lives of the Saints , which may very justly be styled the heavenly ...
Pagina 12
... Thine hairs of honour turn'd quite gray , By thee contemn'd , are shorn away , In flaxen tresses , ' ray'd ; * ** Every reader must allow the justice of these remarks of the poet , for even the most casual observer cannot saun- ter down ...
... Thine hairs of honour turn'd quite gray , By thee contemn'd , are shorn away , In flaxen tresses , ' ray'd ; * ** Every reader must allow the justice of these remarks of the poet , for even the most casual observer cannot saun- ter down ...
Pagina 14
... thine end , Thy passing knell's - Contempt . * L'ENVOY OF THE POET . The hoary head , with wisdom's radiance crown'd , Lives to inculcate what experience taught ; In death bequeathing this bright truth profound , I liv'd to learn - left ...
... thine end , Thy passing knell's - Contempt . * L'ENVOY OF THE POET . The hoary head , with wisdom's radiance crown'd , Lives to inculcate what experience taught ; In death bequeathing this bright truth profound , I liv'd to learn - left ...
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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.