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Page 262 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less, Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 64 - Authority intoxicates, And makes mere sots of magistrates ; The fumes of it invade the brain, And make men giddy, proud and vain : By this the fool commands the wise, The noble with the base complies, The sot assumes the rule of wit, And cowards make the brave submit.
Page 195 - No condition is now too obscure for its abuse, and the protector has become the tyrant of the people. In this manner the freedom of the press is beginning to sow the seeds of its own dissolution ; the great must oppose it from principle, and the weak from fear; till at last every rank of mankind shall be found to give up its benefits, content with security from insults.
Page 228 - Swept from the palace, and see others' daughters Spring with the dew o' the court, having mine own So much desir'd and lov'd — by the duke's son ? No, I would raise my state upon her breast, And call her eyes my tenants ; I would count My yearly maintenance upon her cheeks ; Take coach upon her lip ; and all her parts Should keep men after men ; and I would ride In pleasure upon pleasure. You took great pains for her, once when it was, Let her requite it now, though it be but some ; You brought...
Page 195 - I have always considered the press as the protector of our freedom, as a watchful guardian, capable of uniting the weak against the encroachments of power. What concerns the public most properly admits of a public discussion. But, of late, the press has turned from defending public interest to making inroads upon private life; from combating the strong to overwhelming the feeble.
Page 207 - Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age ; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair of wit ! Indicting and arraigning every day Something they call a play. Let their fastidious, vain Commission of the brain Run on and rage, sweat, censure, and condemn ; They were not made for thee, less thou for them. Say that thou pour'st them wheat, And they will acorns...
Page 232 - The day lies heavy upon her until the play-season returns, when for half a dozen hours together all her faculties are employed in shuffling, cutting, dealing, and sorting out a pack of cards, and no ideas to be discovered in a soul which calls itself rational, excepting little square figures of painted and spotted paper.
Page 285 - O, that I could rail against these monsters in nature, models of hell, curse of the earth, women ! that dare attempt anything, and what they attempt they care not how they accomplish ; without all premeditation or prevention; rash in asking, desperate in working, impatient in suffering, extreme in desiring, slaves unto appetite, mistresses in dissembling, only constant in unconstancy, only perfect in counterfeiting...
Page 52 - Scarce can our fields, such crowds at Tyburn die, With hemp the gallows and the fleet supply. Propose your schemes, ye senatorian band!
Page 285 - ... dissembled, their looks counterfeit, their hair false, their given hopes deceitful, their very breath artificial: their blood is their only god; bad clothes, and old age, are only the devils they tremble at. That I could rail now ! 102 Enter PIETRO, his sword drawn. Pietro. A mischief fill thy throat, thou foul-jaw'd slave ! Say thy prayers. Men. I ha