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private circulation, 1867 - 168 pages
 

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Page 72 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Page 69 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
Page 98 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 69 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page 69 - How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax ! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Page 12 - Lui, marchand ? C'est pure médisance : il ne l'a jamais été. Tout ce qu'il faisait, c'est qu'il était fort obligeant, fort officieux ; et comme il se connaissait fort bien en étoffes, il en allait choisir de tous les côtés, les faisait apporter chez lui, et en donnait à ses amis pour de l'argent.
Page 35 - Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.
Page 64 - THERE was a little man, And he woo'da little maid, And he said, little maid, will you wed, wed, wed ? I have little more to say, Than will you, yea or nay, For least said is soonest mended — ded, ded, ded.
Page 86 - He will have views and prospects to himself perpetually soliciting his eye, which he can no more help standing still to look at than he can fly; he will moreover have various Accounts to reconcile: Anecdotes to pick up: Inscriptions to make out: Stories to weave in: Traditions to sift: Personages to call upon: Panegyricks to paste up at this door; Pasquinades at that: All which both the man and his mule are quite exempt from.
Page 157 - There first for thee my passion grew, Sweet ! sweet Matilda Pottingen ! Thou wast the daughter of my tu-tor, Law Professor at the U-niversity of Gottingen — -niversity of Gottingen.

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