Prolusiones academicæ

1852 - 120 頁

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第 134 頁 - Alas, alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He, that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : how would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
第 lxxix 頁 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye Brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
第 lxvi 頁 - To know who's fit to feed them; have no house, No family, no care, and therefore mould Tales for men's ears, to bait that sense; or get Kitchen-invention, and some stale receipts To please the belly, and the groin; nor those, With their court dog-tricks, that can fawn and fleer, Make their revenue out of legs02 and faces, Echo my lord, and lick away a moth...
第 lxiv 頁 - mongst clods and clodpoles, here on earth. I muse, the mystery was not made a science, It is so liberally prof est! almost All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or sub-parasites.