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I have long thought , that the different abilities of men , which we call wisdom or
prudence for the conduct of public affairs or private life , grow directly out of that
little grain of intellect or good sense which they bring with them into the world ;
and ...
I have long thought , that the different abilities of men , which we call wisdom or
prudence for the conduct of public affairs or private life , grow directly out of that
little grain of intellect or good sense which they bring with them into the world ;
and ...
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If our credit be so well built , so firm , that it is not easy to be shaken by calumny or
insinuation , envy then commends us , and extols us , beyond reason , to those
upon whom we depend , till they grow jealous , and so blow us up when they ...
If our credit be so well built , so firm , that it is not easy to be shaken by calumny or
insinuation , envy then commends us , and extols us , beyond reason , to those
upon whom we depend , till they grow jealous , and so blow us up when they ...
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For me , in sooth , no muse but one I know , Phrases and problems from my reach
do grow , And strange things cost too dear for my poor spirits . How then ? even
thus , in Stella ' s face I read , What love and beauty be , then all my deed But ...
For me , in sooth , no muse but one I know , Phrases and problems from my reach
do grow , And strange things cost too dear for my poor spirits . How then ? even
thus , in Stella ' s face I read , What love and beauty be , then all my deed But ...
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Whilst we do speak , our fire Doth into ice expire ; Flanes turn to frost ; and ere we
can Know how our cheek turns pale and wan , Or how a silver snow Springs
there where jet did grow , Our fading spring is in dull winter lost . Mayne . LXXIX .
Whilst we do speak , our fire Doth into ice expire ; Flanes turn to frost ; and ere we
can Know how our cheek turns pale and wan , Or how a silver snow Springs
there where jet did grow , Our fading spring is in dull winter lost . Mayne . LXXIX .
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... we object to them , that they allow too much to their senses upon the stage . - -
St . Evremond - on Tragedy . LXXXV . Abused mortals ! did you know Where joy ,
heart ' s - ease , and comforts grow ; You ' d scorn proud towers , And seek ...
... we object to them , that they allow too much to their senses upon the stage . - -
St . Evremond - on Tragedy . LXXXV . Abused mortals ! did you know Where joy ,
heart ' s - ease , and comforts grow ; You ' d scorn proud towers , And seek ...
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Page 300 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
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| Title | Laconics: Or, The Best Words of the Best Authors Volume 3 of Laconics; or, The best words of the best authors [ed. by J. Timbs]. 1st Amer. ed, John Timbs |
| Authors | Laconics, John Timbs |
| Editor | John Timbs |
| Publisher | Carey, Lea, & Carey, 1829 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 5 Jan 2007 |
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