Autobiography, letters and literary remains of mrs. Piozzi, ed., with notes, by A. Hayward, Band 2

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Seite 383 - How happy is the blameless vestal's lot ? The world forgetting, by the world forgot...
Seite 88 - ... it would be hard to find a man so well entitled to notice by his wit that ever delighted so much in talking of his money.
Seite 98 - I know, cries Death, that at the best, I seldom am a welcome guest; But don't be captious, friend, at least; I little thought you'd still be able To stump about your farm and stable; Your years have run to a great length, I wish you joy though of your strength. Hold, says the farmer, not so fast, I have been lame these four years past. And no great wonder...
Seite 47 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Seite 97 - Nor once perceived his growing old, Nor thought of Death as near; His friends not false, his wife no shrew, Many his gains, his children few, He...
Seite 291 - In some lone isle, or distant northern land; Where the gilt chariot never marks the way, Where none learn ombre, none e'er taste bohea!
Seite 72 - ... read for pleasure or accomplishment, and who buy the numerous products of modern typography, the number was then comparatively small. To prove the paucity of readers, it may be sufficient to remark, that the nation had been satisfied from 1623 to 166'4, that is, fortyone years, with only two editions of the works of Shakespeare, which probably did not together make one thousand copies.
Seite 46 - Atheist for her guide? Is Science by a blockhead to be led? Are states to totter on a drunkard's head? To answer all these purposes, and more, More black than ever villain plann'd before, Search earth, search hell, the devil cannot find An agent like Lothario to his mind.
Seite 109 - While th' inflammable temper, the positive tongue, Too conscious of right for endurance of wrong : We suffer from JOHNSON, contented to find, That some notice we gain from so noble a mind ; And pardon our hurts, since so often we've found The balm of instruction pour'd into the wound. 'Tis thus for its virtues the chemists...
Seite 97 - But while he viewed his wealth increase, While thus along Life's dusty road The beaten track content he trod, Old Time, whose haste no mortal spares, Uncalled, unheeded, unawares, Brought on his eightieth year.

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