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Page 303 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 193 - 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.
Page 462 - L'homme n'est qu'un roseau, le plus faible de la nature, mais c'est un roseau pensant. Il ne faut pas que l'univers entier s'arme pour l'écraser : une vapeur, une goutte d'eau, suffit pour le tuer. Mais quand l'univers l'écraserait, l'homme serait encore plus noble que ce qui le tue, parce qu'il sait qu'il meurt ; et l'avantage que l'univers a sur lui, l'univers n'en sait rien.
Page 409 - Truth may perhaps come to the price of a pearl, that showeth best by day, but it will not rise to the price of a diamond or carbuncle, that showeth best in varied lights. A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure.
Page 1 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring ; for ornament, is in discourse ; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Page 409 - Doth any man doubt, that if there were taken out of men's minds vain opinions, flattering hopes, false valuations, imaginations as one would, and the like, but it would leave the minds of a number of men poor shrunken things, full of melancholy, and indisposition, and unpleasing to themselves?
Page 34 - In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, Till, buried in debauch, the bliss expire. But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow — Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low ; For, as refinement stops, from sire to son Unalter'd, unimprov'd the manners run — And love's and friendship's finely pointed dart Fall blunted from each indurated heart.
Page 69 - So gib mir auch die Zeiten wieder, Da ich noch selbst im Werden war, Da sich ein Quell gedrängter Lieder Ununterbrochen neu gebar, Da Nebel mir die Welt verhüllten, Die Knospe Wunder noch versprach, Da ich die tausend Blumen brach, Die alle Täler reichlich füllten. Ich hatte nichts und doch genug, Den Drang nach Wahrheit und die Lust am Trug. Gib ungebändigt jene Triebe, Das tiefe schmerzenvolle Glück, Des Hasses Kraft, die Macht der Liebe, Gib meine Jugend mir zurück!
Page 320 - O SACRED hunger of ambitious mindes, And impotent desire of men to raine ! Whom neither dread of God, that devils bindes, Nor lawes of men, that common- weales containe, Nor bands of nature, that wilde beastes restraine, Can keepe from outrage and from doing wrong, Where they may hope a kingdome to obtaine : No faith so firme, no trust can be so strong, No love so lasting then, that may enduren long.
Page 485 - If there is any other way in which I can be of service to you, I beg, my dear Mrs.