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الصفحة 85 - Didst thou ever see a lark in a cage ? Such is the soul in the body: this world is like her little turf of grass ; and the heaven o'er our heads, like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge of the small compass of our prison.
الصفحة 96 - Not a whit : What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut With diamonds ? or to be smothered With cassia ? or to be shot to death with pearls ? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits ; and 'tis found They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways ; any way, for Heaven sake, So I were out of your whispering.
الصفحة 86 - Are forc'd to express our violent passions In riddles and in dreams, and leave the path Of simple virtue, which was never made To seem the thing it is not.
الصفحة 73 - t fools make such vain keeping ? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
الصفحة 109 - I'll give it to my handkercher; and now 'tis here, I'll bequeath this to her bastard. Card. What to do? Ferd. Why, to make soft lint for his mother's wounds, When I have hew'd her to pieces.
الصفحة 27 - O thou soft natural death, that art joint twin To sweetest slumber! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion ; pity winds thy corpse, Whilst horror waits on princes.
الصفحة 115 - Oh, my lord, lie not idle: The chiefest action for a man of great spirit Is never to be out of action. We should think; The soul was never put into the body, Which has so many rare and curious pieces Of mathematical motion, to stand still. Virtue is ever sowing of her seeds: In the trenches for the soldier ; in the wakeful study For the scholar; in the furrows of the sea For men of our profession : of all which Arise and spring up honor.
الصفحة 77 - Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness, That is not kept in chains and close-pent rooms, But in fair lightsome lodgings, and is girt With the wild noise of prattling visitants, Which makes it lunatic beyond all cure. Conceive not I am so stupid but I aim Whereto your favours tend : but he's a fool That, being a-cold, would thrust his hands i
الصفحة 99 - ... on Hercules, for he strews in his way flatterers, panders, intelligencers, atheists, and a thousand such political monsters. He should have been Pope, but instead of coming to it by the primitive decency of the church, he did bestow bribes so largely, and so impudently, as if he would have carried it away without heaven's knowledge.
الصفحة 99 - That lay in a dead palsy, and to dote On that sweet countenance ; but in that look There speaketh so divine a continence, As cuts off all lascivious and vain hope. Her days are practis'd in such noble virtue, That sure her nights, nay more, her very sleeps, Are more in heaven, than other ladies