Proverbial Philosophy: A Book of Thoughts and Arguments, Originally Treated. Second series
J. Hatchard and Son, 1842 - Proverbs - 315 pages
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Page 311 - Queen Elizabeth did so often wish herself a Milk-maid all the month of May, because they are not troubled with fears and cares, but sing sweetly all the day, and sleep securely all the night : and without doubt, honest, innocent, pretty Maudlin does so. I'll bestow Sir Thomas Overbury's Milk-maid's wish upon her, " That she may die in the Spring, and being dead, " may have good store of flowers stuck round about "her winding-sheet.
Page 304 - Conjugis augurio quamquam Titania mota est, 395 spes tamen in dubio est ; adeo caelestibus ambo diffidunt monitis : — sed quid temptare nocebit? descendunt, velantque caput, tunicasque recingunt, et jussos lapides sua post vestigia mittunt. saxa — quis hoc credat, nisi sit pro teste vetustas ? — ponere duritiem coepere suumque rigorem, mollirique mora, mollitaque ducere formam. mox, ubi creverunt, naturaque mitior illis contigit, ut quaedam, sic non manifesta, videri forma potest hominis, sed...
Page 24 - Now, is the constant syllable ticking from the clock of time, Now, is the watchword of the wise, Now, is on the banner of the prudent. Cherish thy to-day and prize it well, or ever it be...
Page 305 - Egyptians ; one displaced from its pedestal by enormous roots ; another locked in the close embrace of branches of trees, and almost lifted out of the earth ; another hurled to the ground, and bound down by huge vines and creepers; and one standing, with its altar before it, in a grove of trees which grew around it, seemingly to shade and shroud it as a sacred thing ; in the solemn stillness of the woods, it seemed a divinity mourning over a fallen people.
Page 81 - Chere is beauty in the rolling clouds, and placid shingle beach, In feathery snows, and whistling winds, and dun electric skies ; There is beauty in the rounded woods, dank with heavy foliage, In laughing fields, and dinted hills, the valley and its lake...
Page 308 - Borne immortal far beyond the lofty stars', the poet shall live in everlasting fame: lamque opus exegi, quod nee lovis ira nee ignis nee poterit ferrum nee edax abolere vetustas. cum volet, ilia dies, quae nil nisi corporis huius ius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi: parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis astra ferar, nomenque erit indelebile nostrum, quaque patet domitis Romana potentia terris, ore legar populi, perque omnia saecula fama, siquid habent veri vatum praesagia, vivam.
Page 308 - And he set up the pillars in the porch of the temple : and he set up the right pillar, and called the name thereof Jachin : and he set up the left pillar, and called the name thereof Boaz.
Page 304 - But the fearful, and the unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone : which is the second death
Page 216 - I yearn for realms where fancy shall be filled, and the ecstasies of freedom shall be felt, And the soul reign gloriously, risen to its royal destinies : I look to recognize again, through the beautiful mask of their perfection, The dear familiar faces I have somewhile loved on earth : I long to talk with grateful tongue of storms and perils past, And praise the mighty Pilot that hath steered us through the rapids...
Page 28 - A man's life is a tower, with a staircase of many steps, That, as he toileth upward, crumble successively behind him...