The Preceptor: Containing a General Course of Education, 1 tomasRobert Dodsley R. and J. Dodsley, 1754 |
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... lefs improper to be introduced into Conversation . What does it concern the Company how many Horfes you keep in your Stables ? Or whether your Servant is moft Knave or Fool ? A Man may equally affront the Company he is in , by ...
... lefs improper to be introduced into Conversation . What does it concern the Company how many Horfes you keep in your Stables ? Or whether your Servant is moft Knave or Fool ? A Man may equally affront the Company he is in , by ...
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... lefs knows a Fool than himself . He hath wonderful Conceits of his own Qualities and Facul- ties ; he affects Commendations incompetent to him , and foars at Employments furpaffing his Ability to manage . No Comedy can represent a ...
... lefs knows a Fool than himself . He hath wonderful Conceits of his own Qualities and Facul- ties ; he affects Commendations incompetent to him , and foars at Employments furpaffing his Ability to manage . No Comedy can represent a ...
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... lefs ; become like us ; nay put on a Habit of Mourning , fo fuitable to thy present Fortune . Implore the Pity of thy Fellow - Citizens , and perhaps thou may'ft obtain their Favour , and the Forgive- nefs of thy Faults . LESSON LESSON ...
... lefs ; become like us ; nay put on a Habit of Mourning , fo fuitable to thy present Fortune . Implore the Pity of thy Fellow - Citizens , and perhaps thou may'ft obtain their Favour , and the Forgive- nefs of thy Faults . LESSON LESSON ...
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... lefs Temper than we under our Defeat . When you are to contend with us , you can feize the Aventine Hill , you can poffefs yourselves of the Mons Sacer . The Enemy is at our Gates , the Æfquiline is near being taken , and no body ftirs ...
... lefs Temper than we under our Defeat . When you are to contend with us , you can feize the Aventine Hill , you can poffefs yourselves of the Mons Sacer . The Enemy is at our Gates , the Æfquiline is near being taken , and no body ftirs ...
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... lefs for that ? Were not thofe Strangers the very best of all our Kings ? And fuppofing now that a Plebeian should have their Talents and Merit , muft not he be fuffered to go- vern us ? Muft we rather chufe fuch Governors as vern 50 On ...
... lefs for that ? Were not thofe Strangers the very best of all our Kings ? And fuppofing now that a Plebeian should have their Talents and Merit , muft not he be fuffered to go- vern us ? Muft we rather chufe fuch Governors as vern 50 On ...
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61 psl. - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
58 psl. - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
26 psl. - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
26 psl. - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
56 psl. - They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
65 psl. - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
26 psl. - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
419 psl. - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
65 psl. - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
67 psl. - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.