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Silence
coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's-self began to be,'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee
Silence
coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's-self began to be,'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee
Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
"Sir,
I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool
But you yourself may serve to show it,
I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool
But you yourself may serve to show it,
Neque sermonibus vulgi dederis te, nec in præis spem posueris rerum tuarum;suiste oportet illecebris ipsa virtus trahat ad verum decus
Quid de te alii loquantur, ipsi videant,sed loquentur tamen
(Cicero,
De Re Publica VI
Quid de te alii loquantur, ipsi videant,sed loquentur tamen
(Cicero,
De Re Publica VI
Nolueram,
Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis
(Martial,
Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis
(Martial,
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a structure of majestic frame, Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name
Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredo...
Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredo...
Women ben full of Ragerie,
Yet swinken not sans secresie
Thilke Moral shall ye understond,
From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond:
Yet swinken not sans secresie
Thilke Moral shall ye understond,
From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond:
