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Alexander Barclay attainment bard boast brain breast cacoethes Canst thou cause certainly CHORUS TO FOOLS common sense conceive Crowds flock dame death decency disgrace display doth ev'ry exclaim eyes fam'd fame famous feel folly folly's FOOLISH fortune frequently give gold hath head hear Heaven honour human idiot instance justly Kara Avis King L'ENVOY labour lady lash laugh lines live Lord mind nature naught ne'er never noble o'er pain passion pleasure POET POET'S CHORUS poison'd praise Praise of Folly present propensity prove quod Rara reader reason saith score scorn SECTION Shakspeare shame Ship of Fools sloth SOLOMON speaking species stanza sterling Stultifera Navis thee thine thing thro thyself tion trim the boat truth usury vanity vice Voltaire votaries whip wisdom wise words youth Zounds
Page 12 - The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
Page 196 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 245 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 164 - ... we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Page 164 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page xx - Quid verum atque decens euro et rogo, et omnis in hoc sum ; Condo et compono quae mox depromere possim.
Page 207 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box...
Page 196 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
Page 171 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.