The lady Annabetta, by the authoress of 'Constance'.

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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 269 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
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.
Page 181 - He that is not used to submit his will to the reason of others when he is young, will scarce hearken or submit to his own reason when he is of an age to make use of it.

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