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Page 225 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.
Page v - Nor pride in rustic skill, although we knew None his superior, and his equals few: — But if that spirit in his soul had place, It was the jealous pride that shuns disgrace ; A pride in honest fame, by virtue...
Page 190 - I was freely quoting at dinner (and who knows old songs better than you ?), my wife shall dance, and I will sing, so merrily pass the day. Of Pussy's being beautiful there cannot be a doubt; — and when you are good besides, Little Miss Impudence," once more apostrophising the portrait, "I'll burn your comic likeness, and paint your music-master another.
Page 174 - With passions unruffled, untainted with pride, By reason my life let me square ; The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied; And the rest are but folly and care.
Page 174 - No glory I covet, no riches I want, Ambition is nothing to me ; The one thing I beg of kind heaven to grant, Is a mind independent and free.
Page 280 - I hastened as soon as the wedding was o'er, And left my good wife in the porch, But i' faith she had been wiser than I, For she took a bottle to church !
Page 190 - BEGONE, dull care, I prythee begone from me, Begone, dull care, thou and I shall never agree» Long time thou hast been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me kill; But i'faith, dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will.
Page 207 - Let humble Allen, with an awkward Shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it Fame.