Laconics; or, The best words of the best authors [ed. by J. Timbs]. 1st Amer. ed, 3±Ç1829 |
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... said a witty thing than have done a wise one , and made the company laugh , rather than the kingdom rejoice . - Sir P. Temple . LXXVIII . Whilst we do speak , our fire Doth 20 LACONICS . ture, and birth; whether the weight and number ...
... said a witty thing than have done a wise one , and made the company laugh , rather than the kingdom rejoice . - Sir P. Temple . LXXVIII . Whilst we do speak , our fire Doth 20 LACONICS . ture, and birth; whether the weight and number ...
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Laconics John Timbs. LXXVIII . Whilst we do speak , our fire Doth into ice expire ; Flames turn to frost ; and ere we can Know how our cheek turns pale and wan , Or how a silver snow Springs there where jet did grow , Our fading spring ...
Laconics John Timbs. LXXVIII . Whilst we do speak , our fire Doth into ice expire ; Flames turn to frost ; and ere we can Know how our cheek turns pale and wan , Or how a silver snow Springs there where jet did grow , Our fading spring ...
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... Speaking much is a sign of vanity ; for he that is la- vish in words , is a niggard in deed . - Sir W. Raleigh . CCLXXX . Let the players be well used ; for they are the abstract , and brief chronicles , of the time ; after your death ...
... Speaking much is a sign of vanity ; for he that is la- vish in words , is a niggard in deed . - Sir W. Raleigh . CCLXXX . Let the players be well used ; for they are the abstract , and brief chronicles , of the time ; after your death ...
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... speaking hard words should be practised by any one that had ever seen good company ; but , as , if there was a stand- ard in our minds as well as bodies , you see very many just where they were twenty years ago , and more they cannot ...
... speaking hard words should be practised by any one that had ever seen good company ; but , as , if there was a stand- ard in our minds as well as bodies , you see very many just where they were twenty years ago , and more they cannot ...
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Laconics John Timbs. CCLXXXIX . He that cannot refrain from much speaking , is like a city without walls , and less pains ... speak little ; for the tongue is the instrument of the greatest good and greatest evil that is done in the world ...
Laconics John Timbs. CCLXXXIX . He that cannot refrain from much speaking , is like a city without walls , and less pains ... speak little ; for the tongue is the instrument of the greatest good and greatest evil that is done in the world ...
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311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state; Nor would I love at lower rate.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - But he cometh to you with words set in delightful proportion, either accompanied with, or prepared for, the well-enchanting skill of music; and with a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - Certainly, gentlemen, it ought to be the happiness and glory of a representative to live in the strictest union, the closest correspondence, and the most unreserved communication with his constituents.
300 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
258 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.