Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking, as Well as for the Perusal of Persons of Taste : with an Appendix, Containing Concise Lessons on a New Plan, and Principles of English Grammar |
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... How thameful fuch a weakness ! The penfionary De Wit being afked how he could tranfact fuch variety of business without confufion , an- fwered , That he never did but one thing at a time . Guard your weak fide from being known . If it ...
... How thameful fuch a weakness ! The penfionary De Wit being afked how he could tranfact fuch variety of business without confufion , an- fwered , That he never did but one thing at a time . Guard your weak fide from being known . If it ...
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... How can you expect another will keep your . fecret , when you yourself cannot ? A man's fortune is more frequently made by his tongue than by his virtues ; and more frequently crushed by it than by his vices .. V. EVEN felf - intereft ...
... How can you expect another will keep your . fecret , when you yourself cannot ? A man's fortune is more frequently made by his tongue than by his virtues ; and more frequently crushed by it than by his vices .. V. EVEN felf - intereft ...
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... how they should get out . Many expedients for that purpofe were mutually propofed and rejected . At laft the crafty Fox cried out with great joy - I have a thought juft ftruck into my mind , which , I am confident , will extricate us ...
... how they should get out . Many expedients for that purpofe were mutually propofed and rejected . At laft the crafty Fox cried out with great joy - I have a thought juft ftruck into my mind , which , I am confident , will extricate us ...
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... how to get out of it . VII . The Fox and the Stork . THE Fox , though in general more inclined to roguery than wit , had once a ftrong inclination to play the wag with his neighbour the Stork . He accordingly in- vited her to dinner in ...
... how to get out of it . VII . The Fox and the Stork . THE Fox , though in general more inclined to roguery than wit , had once a ftrong inclination to play the wag with his neighbour the Stork . He accordingly in- vited her to dinner in ...
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... how I am to make you reparation . Thou art a very honeft fellow , replied the Lawyer , and wilt not think it unreasonable that I expect one of thy oxen in return . It is no more than justice , quoth the Farmer , to be fure but what did ...
... how I am to make you reparation . Thou art a very honeft fellow , replied the Lawyer , and wilt not think it unreasonable that I expect one of thy oxen in return . It is no more than justice , quoth the Farmer , to be fure but what did ...
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Popular passages
Page 375 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 321 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 209 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 220 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 109 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Page 353 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o
Page 323 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Page 336 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 321 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 187 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.