The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volumen7J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750 |
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The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volumen7 Francis Beaumont,John Fletcher Vista completa - 1910 |
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Página 130 - Sufficient to to-day are the duties of to-day. Don't waste life in doubts and fears ; spend yourself on the work before you, well assured that the right performance of this hour's duties will be the best preparation for the hours or ages that follow it. " The name of death was never terrible To him that knew to live.
Página 130 - When we grow great, but our affection greater, And struggle with this stubborn twin, born with us, And tug and pull, yet still we find a giant : Had we not then the privilege to sleep Our everlasting sleep, he would make us idiots. The memory and monuments of good men Are more than lives ; and though their tombs want tongues, Yet have they eyes that daily sweat their losses, And such a tear from stone no time can value.
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Página 395 - Go, fetch my work. This ruff was not well starch'd, So tell the maid ; 't has too much blue in it : And look you that the partridge and the pullen Have clean meat and fresh water, or my mother Is like to hear on't.
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