The miscellaneous prose works of sir Walter Scott

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Page 455 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 457 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men ; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Page 89 - Good God, what a genius I had when I wrote that book!
Page 254 - But what success Vanessa met, Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Talks in a high romantic strain ; Or whether he at last descends To act with less seraphic ends ; Or to compound the business, whether They temper love and books together ; Must never to mankind be told, Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold.
Page 267 - Ay, any one that did not know so well as I do might believe you. But since you are come, I must get some supper for you, I suppose.
Page 509 - This marriage was on both sides very indiscreet; for his wife brought her husband little or no fortune, and his death happening so suddenly before he could make a sufficient establishment for his family, his son (not then born) hath often been heard to say, that he felt the consequences of that marriage not only through the whole course of his education, but during the greatest part of his life.
Page 267 - That's very strange ; but, if you had not supped, I must have got something for you. Let me see, what should I have had ? A couple of lobsters ; ay, that would have done very well ; two shillings ; tarts, a shilling ; but you will drink a glass of wine with me, though you supped so much before your usual time only to spare my pocket I' ' No, we had rather talk with you than drink with you.
Page 243 - Thou, Stella, wert no longer young', When first for thee my harp was strung, Without one word of Cupid's darts, Of killing eyes, or bleeding hearts ; With Friendship and Esteem possest, I ne'er admitted Love a guest.
Page 19 - Ah, sir, I was mad and violent. It was bitterness which they mistook for frolic. I was miserably poor, and I thought to fight my way by my literature and my wit; so I disregarded all power and all authority.
Page 137 - How can I help it,' says the Doctor, 'if the courtiers give me a watch that won't go right?' Then he instructed a young nobleman that the best poet in England was Mr. Pope (a Papist), who had begun a translation...

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