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الصفحة 98 - I have trodden the wine-press alone, and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury, and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
الصفحة 136 - I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Christopher's sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
الصفحة 222 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 233 - Hence the good and happiness of the members — that is, the majority of the members — of any state, is the great standard by which everything relating to that state must finally be determined...
الصفحة 332 - Our life is but a winter's day : Some only breakfast and away ; Others to dinner stay and are full fed ; The oldest man but sups and goes to bed. Large is his debt who lingers out the day ; Who goes the soonest has the least to pay.
الصفحة 135 - Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries! Happiest they of human race, To whom God has granted grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, and force the way; And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
الصفحة 96 - Regulator, of all the actions of his life. Humane, generous, and liberal, his Hand never stopped till he had relieved distress. So nicely regulated were all his motions, that he never went wrong, except when set a-going by people who did not know his Key : even then he was easily set right again.
الصفحة 90 - For, madam, said Sir Launcelot, I love not to be constrained to love ; for love must arise of the heart, and not by no constraint. That is truth...