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Pagina 595 - I have of late lost all my mirth, .... and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors
Pagina 587 - For when a jest is broken upon ourselves, or friends, of whose dishonor we participate, we never laugh thereat. I may therefore conclude that the passion of laughter is nothing else but sudden glory, arising from some sudden conception of some eminence in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmities of others, or with our own formerly
Pagina 412 - yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Pagina 588 - in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmities of others, or with our own formerly ; for men laugh at the follies of themselves past, when they come suddenly to remembrance, except they bring with them any present dishonor. It is no wonder, therefore, that men take heinously to be laughed at or derided ; that is, triumphed over.
Pagina 595 - most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors
Pagina 447 - No man can tell but he that loves his children how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance, in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges ; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.
Pagina 241 - in himself Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit arc dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such,
Pagina 510 - SEE, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng ; Distrust of all the world beside.
Pagina 511 - Peace dwells not here : this nigged face Betrays no spirit of repose; The sullen warrior sole we trace, The marble man of many woes. Such was his mien when first arose The thought of that strange tale divine, When hell he peopled with his foes, The scourge