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Pagina 92 - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
Pagina 142 - He thank'd her on his bended knee ; Then drank a quart of milk and tea : And leaving her ador'd embrace, Hasten'd to court to beg a place.
Pagina 92 - Then said I in my heart, As it happeneth to the fool, so it happeneth even to me; and why was I then more wise ? Then I said in my heart, that this also is vanity.
Pagina 118 - I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.
Pagina 61 - Sunday's due, Of slumbering in an upper pew. No man's defects sought they to know, So never made themselves a foe : No man's good deeds did they commend, So never raised themselves a friend.
Pagina 125 - I pronounce, That people die no more than once : But once is sure, and death is common To bird and man, including woman : From the spread eagle to the wren, Alas ! no mortal fowl knows when.
Pagina 209 - The least inclin'd to play the wanton's part ? Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal, Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell...
Pagina 68 - ... to the next following ; and consequently, produces too frequent an identity in the sound, and brings every couplet to the point of an epigram It is indeed too broken and weak, to convey the sentiments and represent the images proper for epic. And, as it tires the writer while he composes, it must do the same to the reader while he repeats ; especially in a poem of any considerable length. If striking out into blank verse, as Milton did (and in this kind Mr. Philips, had he lived, would have excelled}...