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Goldsmith : Citizen of the World , letter 71 . Spectatum veniunt , veniunt
spectentur ut ipsæ ( They come to see ; they come that they themselves may be
seen ) . – OVID : The Art of Love , i . 99 . I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke ,
CHAUCER .
Goldsmith : Citizen of the World , letter 71 . Spectatum veniunt , veniunt
spectentur ut ipsæ ( They come to see ; they come that they themselves may be
seen ) . – OVID : The Art of Love , i . 99 . I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke ,
CHAUCER .
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2 Tyrwhitt says this is taken from the Parabolae of ALANUS DE INSULIS , who
died in 1294 , — Non teneas aurum totum quod splendet ut aurum ( Do not hold
everything as gold which shines like gold ) . All is not golde that outward shewith
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2 Tyrwhitt says this is taken from the Parabolae of ALANUS DE INSULIS , who
died in 1294 , — Non teneas aurum totum quod splendet ut aurum ( Do not hold
everything as gold which shines like gold ) . All is not golde that outward shewith
...
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Hold their noses to grinstone . ? Ibid . Better to give then to take.8 Ibid . When all
candles bee out , all cats be gray . lbid . No man ought to looke a given horse in
the mouth . ' Ibid . 6 | Happy man be his dole . - SHAKESPEARE : Merry Wives ...
Hold their noses to grinstone . ? Ibid . Better to give then to take.8 Ibid . When all
candles bee out , all cats be gray . lbid . No man ought to looke a given horse in
the mouth . ' Ibid . 6 | Happy man be his dole . - SHAKESPEARE : Merry Wives ...
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To hold with the hare and run with the hound.10 Ibid . 1 RABELAIS : book iv .
chup.lir . At my fingers ' ends . SHAKESPEARE : Twelfth Night , act i . sc . 3 . 2
The origin of the word " sleveless , " in the sense of unprofitable , has defied the
most ...
To hold with the hare and run with the hound.10 Ibid . 1 RABELAIS : book iv .
chup.lir . At my fingers ' ends . SHAKESPEARE : Twelfth Night , act i . sc . 3 . 2
The origin of the word " sleveless , " in the sense of unprofitable , has defied the
most ...
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Ibid . You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it that do buy it with
much care . Ibid . 1 I see the beginning of my end . - MASSINGER : The Virgin
Martyr , act üi . sc . 3 . I hold the world but as the world , Gratiano SHAKESPEARE
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Ibid . You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it that do buy it with
much care . Ibid . 1 I see the beginning of my end . - MASSINGER : The Virgin
Martyr , act üi . sc . 3 . I hold the world but as the world , Gratiano SHAKESPEARE
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Página 315 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Página 298 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 83 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds,— God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had...
Página 623 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 381 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 155 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Página 464 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 249 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 94 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Página 231 - With thee conversing, I forget all time; All seasons, and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower...