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Alon arms bear better bless blood brave bring Cæsar Cast cause Cleo comes command court curse danger dare dead dear death dost earth Enter Erit eyes face fair faith fall false fate father fear force fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate head hear heart Heaven hold honour hope hour I'll keep kill kind king lady leave live look lord lost means meet mind nature never night noble once passion peace pity poor prince rage rest rise Roman ruin SCENE slave soldier sorrow soul speak stand stay sure sword talk tears tell thee thing thou art thou hast thought true turn Vent virtue wish woman worth wretched wrong
Seite 358 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 350 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
Seite 358 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Seite 33 - Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by...
Seite 344 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Seite 213 - I'm only troubled, The life I bear is worn to such a rag, 'Tis scarce worth giving. I could wish, indeed, We threw it from us with a better grace; That, like two lions taken in the toils, We might at least thrust out our paws, and wound The hunters that inclose us.
Seite 358 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Seite 248 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Seite 199 - VENT. Him would I see; that man, of all the world: Just such a one we want. ANT. He loved me too; I was his soul ; he lived not but in me : We were so closed within each other's breasts, The rivets were not found, that joined us first. That does not reach us yet : we were so mixt, As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost...