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Page iii - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 101 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Page 86 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Page 240 - Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe, Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear...
Page 118 - Great kings to wars are pointed forth, Like loaded needles to the North, And thou and I, by power...
Page 113 - The reader feels his mind full, though he learns nothing; and, when he meets it in its new array, no longer knows the talk of his mother and his nurse.
Page 277 - And must we spectacles apply, To view what hurts our naked eye ? Sir, if it be your wisdom's aim To make me merrier than I am ; I'll be all night at your devotion — Come on, friend ; broach the pleasing notion : But, if you would depress my thought, Your system is not worth a groat— For Plato's fancies what care I?
Page 118 - Celia's chamber, As straw and paper are by amber. If we sit down to play or set, (Suppose at ombre or basset,} Let people call us cheats or fools, Our cards and we are equal tools. We sure in vain the cards condemn : Ourselves...