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Page 92 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!
Page 92 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies— alas!
Page 7 - The crush of thunder and the warring winds, Shook by the slow but sure destroyer Time, Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base. And flinty pyramids, and walls of brass, Descend : the Babylonian spires are sunk ; Achaia, Rome, and Egypt, moulder down. Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, And tottering empires rush by their own weight. This huge rotundity we tread, grows old ; And all those worlds that roll around the sun, The sun himself, shall die ; and ancient Night Again involve the desolate...
Page 94 - How despicable, my dear friend, is that man who never prays to his God, but in the time of distress.
Page 7 - What does not fade ? The tower that long had stood The crush of thunder and the warring winds, Shook by the slow but sure destroyer Time, Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base.
Page 96 - I have frequently treated the virtues with disrespect ; and sported with the holy name of Heaven, to obtain a laugh from a parcel of fools, who were entitled to nothing but contempt.
Page 95 - ... an uncommon share of courage indeed who does not shrink at the presence of God. The apprehensions of death will soon bring the most profligate to a proper use of his understanding.
Page 95 - To what a situation am I now reduced. Is this odious little hut a suitable lodging for a prince ? Is this anxiety of mind becoming the character of a Christian ? From my rank, I might have expected affluence to wait upon my life ; from religion and understanding, peace to smile upon my end : instead of which, I am afflicted with poverty, and haunted with remorse ; despised by my country, and I fear forsaken by my God.
Page 94 - I have always had the highest veneration for both. The world and I shake hands ; for I dare affirm, we are heartily weary of each other. O, what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions, Time!
Page 95 - I have so scandalously abused in this. Shall ingratitude to man be looked upon as the blackest of crimes, and not ingratitude to God ? Shall an insult offered to the king be looked upon in the most offensive light, and yet no notice taken when the King of kings is...