Memoirs of Andrew Winpenny, Count de Deux Sous: Comprising Numerous Adventures in Different Countries, and Exposing the Craft and Roguery Practised in Life

W. Strange, 1838 - 190 pages

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Page 118 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Page 35 - For he was of that noble trade, That demi-gods and heroes made, Slaughter, and knocking on the head, The trade to which they all were bred; And is, like others, glorious when Tis great and large, but base, if mean : The former rides in triumph for it, The latter in a two-wheel'd chariot, For daring to profane a thing So sacred with vile bungling.
Page 96 - Tis the temptation of the devil That makes all human actions evil : For Saints may do the same things by The Spirit, in sincerity, Which other men are tempted to, And at the devil's instance do ; And yet the actions be contrary, Just as the Saints and Wicked vary.
Page 1 - By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they so were bred. The priest continues what the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Page 82 - He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat ; With such true breeding of a gentleman, You never could divine his real thought...
Page 185 - THIS region, surely, is not of the earth.* Was it not dropt from heaven ? Not a grove, Citron or pine or cedar, not a grot . Sea-worn and mantled with the gadding vine, But breathes enchantment.
Page 14 - Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there: And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.
Page 51 - And glory long has made the sages smile ; Tis something, nothing, words, illusion, wind — Depending more upon the historian's style, Than on the name a person leaves behind.
Page 68 - ... was forgotten in the joyful hope of saving life, and we scudded towards the shore in all the exulting transports of a people just snatched from the jaws of death.
Page 45 - A crowd of shivering slaves of every nation, And age, and sex, were in the market ranged; Bach, bevy with the merchant in his station : Poor creatures!

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