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Acast Aler Amin arms art thou Bajazet bear behold bless blood brave breast Caesar Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death Dion Diph Diphilus dost thou Enter Ereunt Erit Eumenes eyes fair false Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king lady leave Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam mercy Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Orest passion peace Philaster Pier pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge Roman ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sure sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas twill villain virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
第358页 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? 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.
第350页 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
第358页 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
第33页 - Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by...
第344页 - 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.
第213页 - I'm only troubled, The life I bear is worn to such a rag, 'Tis scarce worth giving. I could wish, indeed, We threw it from us with a better grace; That, like two lions taken in the toils, We might at least thrust out our paws, and wound The hunters that inclose us.
第358页 - 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.
第248页 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
第199页 - VENT. Him would I see; that man, of all the world: Just such a one we want. ANT. He loved me too; I was his soul ; he lived not but in me : We were so closed within each other's breasts, The rivets were not found, that joined us first. That does not reach us yet : we were so mixt, As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost...