Select Proverbs, Italian, Spanish, French, English, Scotish, British, &c. Chiefly Moral: The Foreign Languages Done Into EnglishJ.H., 1707 - 126 Seiten |
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... by their Country men z the Reafon of which is , that they were copied from Books printed before the mo- dern Refinements of that Tongue , which " bath bath had several Changes within the compass of a few The PREFACE .
... by their Country men z the Reafon of which is , that they were copied from Books printed before the mo- dern Refinements of that Tongue , which " bath bath had several Changes within the compass of a few The PREFACE .
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The Foreign Languages Done Into English John Mapletoft. bath had several Changes within the compass of a few Tears . That they are too many ; and again too few ; that this was left out , and that put in ; that some are only Repetitions ...
The Foreign Languages Done Into English John Mapletoft. bath had several Changes within the compass of a few Tears . That they are too many ; and again too few ; that this was left out , and that put in ; that some are only Repetitions ...
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... bath enough to do to govern himself well . Chi Afino è , e Cervo effer fi crede , al faltar del foffo , fe ne auvede . He who is an Afs , and takes himself to be a Stag , when he comes to leap the Ditch finds his mistake . La Lode giova ...
... bath enough to do to govern himself well . Chi Afino è , e Cervo effer fi crede , al faltar del foffo , fe ne auvede . He who is an Afs , and takes himself to be a Stag , when he comes to leap the Ditch finds his mistake . La Lode giova ...
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... bath a great many Friends , must try but few of them . Amor infanga i Giovani , & anniega i vecchi . Love bemires Toung - men , and drowns the Old . Ogni dieci anni l'uno ha hifogno dell ' alfro . Once in every ten Tears every Man needs ...
... bath a great many Friends , must try but few of them . Amor infanga i Giovani , & anniega i vecchi . Love bemires Toung - men , and drowns the Old . Ogni dieci anni l'uno ha hifogno dell ' alfro . Once in every ten Tears every Man needs ...
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... bath the nobleft Pleasure of the two . Chi fa beneficio al Buono , lo riceve . He who doth a kindness to a good man , doth a greater to himself . Beretta in mano non fece mai danno . A man's hat in his hand never did him harm . Una ...
... bath the nobleft Pleasure of the two . Chi fa beneficio al Buono , lo riceve . He who doth a kindness to a good man , doth a greater to himself . Beretta in mano non fece mai danno . A man's hat in his hand never did him harm . Una ...
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Seite 68 - I'm going — I could serve you, Sir?" " I give and I devise" (old Euclio said, And sigh'd) "my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir? "My money, Sir! what, all? Why,— if I must— (then wept) I give it Paul.
Seite 3 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Seite 7 - While malice, Pope, denies thy page Its own celestial fire, While critics, and while bards in rage, Admiring, won't admire ; '' While wayward pens thy worth assail, And envious tongues decry ; These times, though many a friend bewail, These times bewail not I.
Seite 111 - Flora vouchsaf'd the growing work to view: Finding the painter's science at a stand, The goddess snatch'd the pencil from his hand; And finishing the piece, she smiling said, Behold one work of mine, that ne'er shall fade.
Seite 136 - See! see, she wakes — Sabina wakes! And now the sun begins to rise: Less glorious is the morn, that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united day they give; But different fates ere night fulfil: How many by his warmth will live! How many will her coldness kill!
Seite 27 - As after noon, one summer's day, Venus stood bathing in a river, Cupid a-shooting went that way, New strung his bow, new fill'd his quiver. With skill he chose his sharpest dart, With all his might his bow he drew ; Swift to his beauteous parent's heart The too well-guided arrow flew. I faint ! I die ! the goddess cried ; 0 cruel, couldst thou find none other, To wreck thy spleen on ? Parricide ! Like Nero, thou hast slain thy mother.
Seite 68 - Tis from high life high characters are drawn : A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn ; A judge is just, a chancellor juster still ; A gownman learn'd ; a bishop what you will ; Wise if a minister ; but if a king, More wise, more learn'd, more just, more every thing.
Seite 107 - Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs: But here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
Seite 148 - Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by, His doctrine is deceiving ; For whilst he teaches us to die, He cheats us of our living.
Seite 111 - If the best man's faults were written in his forehead, it would make him pull his hat over his eyes.