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Page 177 - tis not a body, that we are training up, but a man, and we ought not to divide him.
Page 177 - If you would have him apprehend shame and chastisement, do not harden him to them: inure him to heat and cold, to wind and sun, and to dangers that he ought to despise; wean him from all effeminacy and delicacy in clothes and lodging, eating and drinking; accustom him to everything, that he may not be a Sir Paris, a carpet-knight, but a sinewy, hardy, and vigorous young man.
Page 29 - ... size, fashioned with patchwork into many curious devices, and ostentatiously worn on the outside. These, in fact, were convenient receptacles, where all good housewives carefully...
Page 368 - Though art's hid caufes are not found, All is not fweet, all is not found. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes fimplicity a grace ; Robes loofely flowing, hair as free : Such fweet neglecT: more taketh me, Than all th' adulteries of art ; They ftrike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 156 - Tis the custom of pedagogues to be eternally thundering in their pupil's ears, as they were pouring into a funnel, whilst the business of the pupil is only to repeat what the others have said: now I would have a tutor to correct this error, and that at the very first he should, according to the capacity he has to deal with, put it to the test, permitting his pupil himself to taste...
Page 43 - We are not men, nor have other tie upon one another, but by our word. If we did but discover the horror and gravity of it, we should pursue it with fire and sword, and more justly than other crimes.
Page 225 - The laws of nature, however, govern them still, not as yet much vitiated with any mixture of ours : but 'tis in such purity, that I am sometimes troubled we were not sooner acquainted with these people, and that they were not discovered in those better times, when there were men much more able to judge of them than we are. I am sorry that...
Page 141 - We can say, Cicero says thus : that these were the manners of Plato : that these again are the very words of Aristotle : but what do we say ourselves that is our own ? What do we do ? What do we judge ? A parrot would say as much.
Page 165 - But, withal, let my governor remember to what end his instructions are principally directed, and that he do not so much imprint in his pupil's memory the date of the ruin of Carthage, as the manners of Hannibal and Scipio; nor so much where Marcellus died, as why it was unworthy of his duty that he died there.