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עמוד 555 - 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.
עמוד 285 - Say a day, without the ever : No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed : maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cockpigeon over his hen ; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey ; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain...
עמוד 544 - And wandering eyes, still leaning on the arm Of novelty, her fickle frail support ; For thou art meek and constant, hating change, And finding in the calm of truth-tried love Joys, that her stormy raptures never yield.
עמוד 543 - Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure, Or tasting long enjoy thee ! too infirm, Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets Unmix'd with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
עמוד 368 - A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread, Varying her cheeks by turns with white and red. The driving colours, never at a stay, Run here and there, and flush, and fade away. Delightful change ! thus Indian ivory shows, Which with the bordering paint of purple glows ; Or lilies damask'd by the neighbouring rose.
עמוד 306 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
עמוד 260 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
עמוד 437 - O Memory ! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain...
עמוד 28 - I ever be married it shall be to an old man ; they always make the best husbands ; and it is better to be an old man's darling than a young man's warling.