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Page 57 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 56 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 15 - O'ercast with gloomy cares, and discontent ; Then tell me, Syphax, I conjure thee, tell me, What' are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns, And turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince ? SYPHAX. 'Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Or carry smiles and sun-shine in my face, , When discontent sits heavy at my heart.
Page 5 - Dear Bob, — I have not anything to leave thee, to perpetuate my memory, but two helpless girls ; look upon them, sometimes ; and think of him that was, to the last moment of his life, thine, — GEORGE FARQUHAR.
Page 43 - ARCH. Madam, the ladies pay best; the honour of serving them is sufficient wages; there is a charm in their looks that delivers a pleasure with their commands, and gives our duty the wings of inclination. MRS.
Page 28 - The resolution fits a Roman senate. But, Cato, lend me for a while thy patience, And condescend to hear a young man speak. My father, when some days before his death He...
Page 18 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Page 30 - Exacts severity from all our thoughts : It is not now a time to talk of aught But chains or conquest, liberty or death.