Of the Nature of Things: In Six Books, Volume 1G. Sawbridge, 1714 |
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... Voice they lov'd : But if this Book not perfectly commends , Nor Envy fhews thy Worth , nor we thy Friends , Then haste , my CREECH , and all thy Glories show , Encrease those Debts the Learn'd already owe ; And like bold Scipio daunt ...
... Voice they lov'd : But if this Book not perfectly commends , Nor Envy fhews thy Worth , nor we thy Friends , Then haste , my CREECH , and all thy Glories show , Encrease those Debts the Learn'd already owe ; And like bold Scipio daunt ...
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... Voice imploy 25 At THY Approach , the Author of their Joy : Each Beaft forgets his Rage , and entertains A fofter Fury , thro ' the flow'ry Plains : Then rapid Streams , thro ' Woods , and filent Groves , With wanton Play , all run to ...
... Voice imploy 25 At THY Approach , the Author of their Joy : Each Beaft forgets his Rage , and entertains A fofter Fury , thro ' the flow'ry Plains : Then rapid Streams , thro ' Woods , and filent Groves , With wanton Play , all run to ...
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... Voice with well - purg'd Ears ; Left what I write , and fend you for your Good , Be fcorn'd , and damn'd , before well understood . I treat of Things abftrufe , the DEITY , The vaft and fteady Motions of the Sky ; 70 The Rife of Things ...
... Voice with well - purg'd Ears ; Left what I write , and fend you for your Good , Be fcorn'd , and damn'd , before well understood . I treat of Things abftrufe , the DEITY , The vaft and fteady Motions of the Sky ; 70 The Rife of Things ...
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... Voices of the D E A D. ; I'm fenfible the LATIN is too poor To equal the yaft Riches of the GRECIAN Store : New 2 NOTES . tion of Things ; all which he had before promis'd to do ; but that he will explain befides the Nature of the Soul ...
... Voices of the D E A D. ; I'm fenfible the LATIN is too poor To equal the yaft Riches of the GRECIAN Store : New 2 NOTES . tion of Things ; all which he had before promis'd to do ; but that he will explain befides the Nature of the Soul ...
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... infinite Divifibility are empty Sophifins , and a little At- tention ( as whoever confiders the Method in which they are pro pos'd , muft obferve ) will find them Tho fuch can hardly be believ'd ; for Voice , 44 . Book I LUCRETIUS .
... infinite Divifibility are empty Sophifins , and a little At- tention ( as whoever confiders the Method in which they are pro pos'd , muft obferve ) will find them Tho fuch can hardly be believ'd ; for Voice , 44 . Book I LUCRETIUS .
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abfurd Æneid afferts againſt Animals Antients Argument Ariftotle Atoms Authour Beafts becauſe Befides Body Book call'd Caufe Cauſe Cicero Colour compos'd confequently confifts contain'd Creech cretius Death Democritus diff'rent diffolv'd Difputation Dryd Earth Empedocles Epicurean Epicurus eternal ev'ry Eyes fafe faid fame fays feem feen felf felves feveral fhall fhew fhould fince Fire firft firſt Flame folid fome fometimes fpeaking ftill ftrike fubtile fuch funt Glafs Heraclitus Herodotus himſelf Images infinite join'd Lactantius laft Laftly leaft lefs likewife Limbs Lucretius Macrobius Mind moft Motion mov'd muft muſt Nature Neceffity NOTES Number o'er obferve Opinion Ovid Paffage Philofophers Phrygia Place Plato pleaſe Pleaſure Plutarch Poet Pow'r produc'd Pythagoras quæ quod Reafon reft rife Seeds Senfe Soul thefe themſelves ther theſe Things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Tranflation Tranflatour Verfes Virgil Void whence whofe whole Words τὸ τῶν
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Page 298 - Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Page 270 - As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be. But here on earth, the guilty have in view The mighty pains to. mighty mischiefs due; Racks, prisons, poisons, the Tarpeian Rock, Stripes, hangmen, pitch, and suffocating smoke; And last, and most, if these were cast behind, Th...
Page 279 - ... with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and, while it says, we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Page 196 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 98 - The institution has, indeed, continued to our own time ; the garret is still the usual receptacle of the philosopher and poet ; but this, like many ancient customs, is perpetuated only by an accidental imitation, without knowledge of the original reason for which it was established.
Page 298 - Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Page 272 - Meantime, when thoughts of death disturb thy head, Consider, Ancus, great and good, is dead; Ancus, thy better far, was born to die, And thou, dost thou bewail mortality? So many monarchs with their mighty state, Who ruled the world, were overruled by fate.
Page 202 - The next, in place and punishment, are they Who prodigally throw their souls away; Fools, who, repining at their wretched state, And loathing anxious life, suborn'd their fate. With late repentance now they would retrieve The bodies they forsook, and wish to live; Their pains and poverty desire to bear, To view the light of heav'n, and breathe the vital air...
Page 202 - With late repentance now they would retrieve The bodies they forsook, and wish to live; Their pains and poverty desire to bear, To view the light of heav'n, and breathe the vital air : But fate forbids; the Stygian floods oppose, And with nine circling streams the captive souls inclose.
Page 136 - High as the Mother of the Gods in place, And proud, like her, of an immortal race. Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, With golden turrets on her temples crown'd; A hundred gods her sweeping train supply; Her offspring all, and all command the sky.