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第 412 頁 - Behold, I have a weapon ; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh : I have seen the day, That, with this little arm and this good sword, I have made my way through more impediments Than twenty times your stop : but, O vain boast ! Who can control his fate ? 'tis not so now.
第 188 頁 - Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid : With...
第 235 頁 - When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
第 289 頁 - O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
第 395 頁 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
第 308 頁 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
第 314 頁 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me.
第 289 頁 - I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly ; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. — O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.
第 227 頁 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...