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Page 144 - ... we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Page 149 - Tis Jove's decree, In a bowl Care may not be ; In a bowl Care may not be. Fear ye not the waves that roll ? No : in charmed bowl we swim. What the charm that floats the bowl ? Water may not pass the brim. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine. And our ballast is old wine...
Page 228 - Banks and tariffs, the newspaper and caucus, Methodism and Unitarianism, are flat and dull to dull people, but rest on the same foundations of wonder as the town of Troy and the temple of Delphi, and are as swiftly passing away.
Page 136 - ... sorrow, You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow. Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death. Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit; There is no cure 'gainst age but it. It helps the headache, cough, and tisic, And is for all diseases physic.
Page 19 - But marriage, if comfortable, is not at all heroic. It certainly narrows and damps the spirits of generous men. In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
Page 155 - to contrive you should have six months' imprisonment in order to procure you that pleasure. His chapters inspire me with more enthusiasm than even poetry itself. And the noble canon, with what true chivalrous feeling he confines his beautiful expressions of sorrow to the death of the gallant and high-bred knight, of whom it was a pity to see the fall, such was his loyalty to...
Page 139 - ... it. Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho! Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too, Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too; Quickens the wit, and makes the back able, Scorns to submit to the watch or constable. Merrily, &c.
Page 140 - Swell me a bowl with lusty wine, Till I may see the plump Lysaus swim Above the brim. I drink as I would write, In flowing measure, filled with flame and sprite.
Page 207 - Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books - quick, quick - fling Peregrine Pickle under the toilet - throw Roderick Random into the closet - put The Innocent Adultery into The Whole Duty of Man — thrust Lord Aimworth under the sofa - cram Ovid behind the bolster - there - put The Man of Feeling into your pocket - so, so, now lay Mrs Chapone in sight, and leave Fordyce's Sermons open on the table.
Page 148 - Three merry ghosts — three merry ghosts — three merry ghosts are we : Let the ocean be Port, and we'll think it good sport To be laid in that Red Sea. With songs that jovial spectres chaunt, Our old refectory still we haunt. The traveller hears our midnight mirth : " O list !" he cries, "the haunted choir ! The merriest ghost that walks the earth, Is sure the ghost of a ghostly friar.