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Page 69 - The unknown are better, than ill known : Rumour can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would have, but when 't depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as...
Page 281 - Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful ? Bru. Yes, Cassius ; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Page 55 - Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death.
Page 327 - As if from separate cisterns in the soul, Of various kinds they flow. From tender hearts, By soft contagion call'd, some burst at once, And stream obsequious to the leading eye; Some ask more time, by...
Page 16 - WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain ; But Passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again.
Page 58 - Tis a maxim with me to be young as long as one can : there is nothing can pay one for that invaluable ignorance which is the companion of youth; those sanguine groundless hopes, and that lively vanity, which make all the happiness of life.
Page 257 - ... to be thy mate, For thou, sweet Fury, art my utter hate. Nay, shake not thus thy miserable pate, I am yet young, and do not like thy face ; And, lest thou shouldst resume the wild-goose chase, 111 tell the something all thy heat to assuage, — Thou wilt not hit my fancy in my age.
Page 114 - A Mighty pain to Love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss. But of all pains the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.