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affairs agena ageno agua alludes to persons amigo amor anda aņo applied asno Aunque barba better bien boca boda bolsa bread buen buena bueno buey cabeza casa caza ciento comer corazon cria daugh devil dexa diablo dinero Dios drink Echar evil expence fond fortune friends gallina gato give guarda hacen hija hijo hombre honor horca intimates kingdom of Aragon labour live lleva lobo lose madre mala malo mano maravedi married means metaphorical ex metaphorical expression misfortune mozo muger never one's Oveja padre Palabras Parece parida perro piedra pierde pobre poco Poner poor proverb quiere racter reproof rich ruin saca Sacar sarten Shak shews signifies Spain Spaniards speak thing thou tiempo tierra timate trae Traer tres trifling vale veces viejo viene villano vino wine wish woman
Page 206 - Spanish proverb be true, that a fool knows more in his own house than a wise man in another's.
Page 28 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 165 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 306 - O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Page 68 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 88 - The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Page 45 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Page 92 - Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence.
Page 83 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise ; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.