London, Volume 4

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Charles Knight
C. Knight & Company, 1841 - London (England)

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Page 355 - skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings : but I say it is the bee's wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since Now
Page 119 - On poets' tombs see Benson's titles writ ;"— Shakspere's, to which Milton's lines may be applied with peculiar force, even by those who do not quite agree with the poet in holding any monument unnecessary, " Dear Son of Memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ?"— Phillips's, with its profile effigy, and wreath of
Page 348 - one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion. Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two : Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show To move ; but doth if the other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It
Page 292 - Here lieth the body of Colonel Don Francisco, who, with an inflexible constancy and inimitable uniformity of life, persisted, in spite of age and infirmity, in the practice of every human vice, excepting prodigality and hypocrisy ; his insatiable avarice exempting him from the first, and his matchless impudence from the last.
Page 364 - was in love with him, by counterfayting a letter, as from his lady, in generall termes telling him what shee liked best in him, and prescribing his gestures, inscribing his apparaile, &c. ; and then when he came to practise, making him beleeve they tooke him to be mad.
Page 113 - The Irish having robbed Spenser's goods, and burnt his house and a little child new born, he and his wife escaped ; and, after, he died for lake of bread in King Street, and refused twenty pieces sent to him by my Lord of Essex, adding, ' he was sorry he had no time to spend them.
Page 190 - Those who have homes, when home they do repair, To a last lodging call their wandering friends ; Their short uneasy sleeps are broke with care, To look how near their own destruction tends. " Those who have none, sit round where once it was, And with full eyes each wonted room require
Page 7 - My pamphlet by some means falling into the hands of one Lyons, a surgeon, author of a book entitled ' The Infallibility of Human Judgment,' it occasioned an acquaintance between us : he took great notice of me, called on me often to converse on these subjects, carried me to the Horns, a
Page 4 - such a change : ay, our religion, my lads. May the devil sink me into flames,' such was the solemnity of his adjuration, ' if the French should come over, but our religion would be utterly undone.' So saying, instead of a libation, he applied the goblet to his lips, and confirmed his sentiments with a ceremony of
Page 124 - best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead ; Through breathing statues, then unheeded things ; Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings,'

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