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Strona v
... wise Sir Henry Wyatt , but appointed him one of his Privy Councillors , and afterwards one of the executors to his will . In the year 1493 , we find him rich enough to purchase the estate of Allington , near Maidstone , in Kent , which ...
... wise Sir Henry Wyatt , but appointed him one of his Privy Councillors , and afterwards one of the executors to his will . In the year 1493 , we find him rich enough to purchase the estate of Allington , near Maidstone , in Kent , which ...
Strona xxviii
... wise nobility did not once look ; they looked at the evidence , in which they weighed , I suppose , the malice of his accusers , the unlikelihood of the things hanging to- gether , and , chiefly of all , the substance of the matter and ...
... wise nobility did not once look ; they looked at the evidence , in which they weighed , I suppose , the malice of his accusers , the unlikelihood of the things hanging to- gether , and , chiefly of all , the substance of the matter and ...
Strona xli
... wise men , had no counsel but my own foolish head , a great zeal that the King might be well served by me , a great fear lest anything should quail through my fault . This solicitude , this care troubled me . Mason , Blage , Mr Hobby ...
... wise men , had no counsel but my own foolish head , a great zeal that the King might be well served by me , a great fear lest anything should quail through my fault . This solicitude , this care troubled me . Mason , Blage , Mr Hobby ...
Strona xliii
... wise , so learned , and so good a prince : but if it should fall into an evil prince , that it were a sore rod . " I suppose I have not missaid in that : For all powers , namely absolute , are sore rods when they fall into evil men's ...
... wise , so learned , and so good a prince : but if it should fall into an evil prince , that it were a sore rod . " I suppose I have not missaid in that : For all powers , namely absolute , are sore rods when they fall into evil men's ...
Strona 6
... wise ; And I am not of such manner condition ; But treated after a diverse fashion ; And thereupon my diverseness doth rise . But you , this diverseness that blamen most , Change you no more , but still after one rate Treat you me well ...
... wise ; And I am not of such manner condition ; But treated after a diverse fashion ; And thereupon my diverseness doth rise . But you , this diverseness that blamen most , Change you no more , but still after one rate Treat you me well ...
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Strona 10 - Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Strona 27 - That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once...
Strona xxvi - Silence and darkness ! solemn sisters! twins From ancient night, who nurse the tender thought! To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
Strona xxvi - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Strona 24 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Strona 2 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Strona 10 - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Strona xxviii - What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Strona 208 - Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
Strona 16 - I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer ; but as she fleeth afore, Fainting I follow : I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt As well as I, may spend his time in vain : And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written her fair neck round about : " Noli me tangere ; for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.