Miscellanies of literature, Volume 2

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Page 9 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 78 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 358 - I have laboured to refine our language to grammatical purity, and to clear it from colloquial barbarisms, licentious idioms, and irregular combinations. Something, perhaps, I have added to the elegance of its construction, and something to the harmony of its cadence.
Page 146 - If thou darest to print any lie or libel against Dr. Parker, by the Eternal God I will cut thy throat.
Page 290 - If you aim at a Scottish Presbytery, it agreeth as well with monarchy as God and the devil. Then Jack, and Tom, and Will, and Dick, shall meet, and at their pleasure censure me and my council...
Page 318 - His lieutenant here ye should remain : Reward the just ; be steadfast, true, and plain ; Repress the proud, maintaining aye the right ; Walk always so as ever in His sight, Who guards the godly, plaguing the profane. And so ye shall in princely virtues shine, Resembling right your mighty King divine.
Page 316 - Eight of the best learned in the law to advise him for his cause,' our great lawyer thanked the king, ' but he knew himself to be accounted to have as much skill in the law as any man in England, and therefore needed no such help, nor feared to be judged by the law.
Page 195 - This was the Fell whom it was so difficult to assign a reason for not liking : I don't like thee, Dr. Fell, The reason why I cannot tell, But I don't like thee, Dr.
Page 266 - Thy mighty scholiast, whose unwearied pains Made Horace dull, and humbled Milton's strains. Turn what they will to verse, their toil is vain, Critics like me shall make it prose again.
Page 203 - But all which thou hast been And all that youth can be thou'rt yet, So fully still dost thou Enjoy the manhood, and the bloom of wit, And all the natural heat, but not the fever too. So contraries on Etna's top conspire, Here hoary frosts, and by them breaks out fire. A secure peace the faithful neighbours keep, Th' emboldened snow next to the flame does sleep.

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