The Book of the Courtier from the Italian of Count Baldassare Castiglione (Google eBook)

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D. Nutt, 1900 - Courtesy - 377 pages
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Page xlviii - This form of feeding I understand is generally used in all places of Italy, their forks being for the most part made of iron or steel, and some of silver, but those are used only by gentlemen. The reason of this their curiosity is, because the Italian cannot by any means endure to have his dish touched with fingers, seeing all men's fingers are not alike clean.
Page lxxvi - The meanes, therefore, which unto us is lent Him to behold, is on his workes to looke, Which he hath made in beauty excellent, And in the same, as in a brasen booke, To reade enregistred in every nooke His goodnesse, which his beautie doth declare ; For all thats good is beautifull and faire.
Page lxxxvi - Buy good books, and read them ; the best books are the commonest, and the last editions are always the best, if the editors are not blockheads ; for they may profit of the former.
Page lxxvii - Vouchsafe then, O Thou most Almightie Spright ! From whom all guifts of wit and knowledge flow, To shed into my breast some sparkling light Of Thine eternall Truth, that I may show Some little beames to mortall eyes below...
Page lxxxi - It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin We wish that one should lose, the other win. And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? He kneeled, but unto her devoutly prayed. Chaste Hero to herself thus softly said, "Were...
Page xxiii - Yo vos digo que es muerto uno de los mejores caballeros del mundo...
Page liv - Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound. All at her work the village maiden sings; Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitude of things.
Page lxvi - When you are once well dressed for the day, think no more of it afterwards ; and without any stiffness for fear of discomposing that dress, let all your motions be as easy and natural as if you had no clothes on at all. So much for dress, which I maintain to be a thing of consequence in the polite world.
Page xxx - I was once in Italy myself; but I thank God my abode there was but nine days. And yet I saw in that little time in one city more liberty to sin than ever I heard tell of in our noble City of London in nine years.
Page 12 - ... ever borowing and never payeng, she shall be fain to keep her house as bankrupt.

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