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Pagina 56 - Ah, Sir, I was mad and violent. It was bitterness which they mistook for frolic. I was miserably poor, and I thought to fight my way by my literature and my wit ; so I disregarded all power and all authority.
Pagina 228 - ... that the chief day for traders to sum up the accounts of the week, and for lawyers to prepare their briefs? But I would fain know how it can be pretended that the churches are misapplied? Where are more appointments and rendezvouses of gallantry?
Pagina 193 - I hate life when I think it exposed to such accidents ; and to see so many thousand wretches burdening the earth, while such as her die, makes me think God did never intend life for a blessing.
Pagina 26 - April, 1682 ; where by the ill treatment of his nearest relations, he was so discouraged and sunk in his spirits that he too much neglected his academic studies ; for some parts of which he had no great relish by nature, and turned himself to reading history and poetry...
Pagina 352 - He is without the sense of shame, or glory, as some men are without the sense of smelling ; and therefore, a good name to him, is no more than a precious ointment would be, to these.
Pagina 179 - He gathers all the parish there ; Points out the place of either yew, Here Baucis, there Philemon, grew : Till once a parson of our town, ' To mend his barn, cut Baucis down ; At which, 'tis hard to be believed How much the other tree was grieved, Grew scrubbed, died a-top, was stunted, So the next parson stubb'd and burnt it.
Pagina 332 - I believe never any thing was compassed so soon : and purely done by my personal credit with Mr. Harley ; who is so excessively obliging, that I know not what to make of it, unless to show the rascals of the other party, that they used a man unworthily who had deserved better.
Pagina 170 - The book was so different from anything that I had ever read before, it was something so new to my mind, that though I could not at all understand some of it, it delighted me beyond description ; and it produced what I have always considered a sort of birth of intellect, I read on till it was dark without any thought about supper or bed.