D. Junii Juvenalis et A. Persii Flacci satiræ expurgatæ. Adduntur Juvenali annotatiunculæ L. Pratei et J. Juventii. Subjicitur Persio versio Brewsteri |
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Strana 322
... - AIN cares of man ! all earthly things how vain ! ing ftrain ? P. Speak'it thou to me ? Not one , i'faith , not one . M. Yes , twe perhaps , or - P . None , most likely , none . M. The M. The cafe is piteous - P . Why a [ 322 ]
... - AIN cares of man ! all earthly things how vain ! ing ftrain ? P. Speak'it thou to me ? Not one , i'faith , not one . M. Yes , twe perhaps , or - P . None , most likely , none . M. The M. The cafe is piteous - P . Why a [ 322 ]
Strana 324
... thou a pander to fuch ears as theirs ? Theirs ! at whofe glutting praife , e'en thou wou'dft cry , Forbear ! For bear ! or elfe I burst , I die . " Well but , ( Say you ) what ufe does science yield , 40 45 " If in the parent mind it ...
... thou a pander to fuch ears as theirs ? Theirs ! at whofe glutting praife , e'en thou wou'dft cry , Forbear ! For bear ! or elfe I burst , I die . " Well but , ( Say you ) what ufe does science yield , 40 45 " If in the parent mind it ...
Strana 325
... thou art fure at rest ; Thy afhes , after this muft needs be bleft ! Thy tomb , no doubt ! the monumental flones , Muft , after this , lie lighter on thy bones ! But approbation only , will not do : Behold , applaufes are thy portion ...
... thou art fure at rest ; Thy afhes , after this muft needs be bleft ! Thy tomb , no doubt ! the monumental flones , Muft , after this , lie lighter on thy bones ! But approbation only , will not do : Behold , applaufes are thy portion ...
Strana 326
... Thou ! with that mountain paunch , aim'ft thou at wit ? Thrice happy Janus , bleit with face behind ! He to no ficuting pottern jeers is blind : 135 ' He no crook'd finger , no fplay mouth he fears ; No length of lolling tongue , or ...
... Thou ! with that mountain paunch , aim'ft thou at wit ? Thrice happy Janus , bleit with face behind ! He to no ficuting pottern jeers is blind : 135 ' He no crook'd finger , no fplay mouth he fears ; No length of lolling tongue , or ...
Strana 327
... thou such a cause ? In fach a juncture , at thy life's expence , Mut thou be labouring for a fpruce defence ? " Theft ! Theft ! O Ped us to thy charge I lay . " Thus fays th ' accafer .-- What will Pedius fay ? The gentle Pedius places ...
... thou such a cause ? In fach a juncture , at thy life's expence , Mut thou be labouring for a fpruce defence ? " Theft ! Theft ! O Ped us to thy charge I lay . " Thus fays th ' accafer .-- What will Pedius fay ? The gentle Pedius places ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Ægypti Æneid Afiæ alii Annibal author Conful cujus cùm Cybele Dama dicitur Domitiano Domitianus effe effet eſt fæpe fame fays fhall fhould fibi fignificat filius fint five fome freedom friend fuch fuiffe fumitur funt fupra fuum Gallia Gods Græca Græci Græcorum hæc hear heart hinc hodie ille inftar infula inquit ipfa ipfe ipfi ipfum Italiæ Jove Juvenal Juvenalis know Latii legunt life Liguria Lucilius make mare Metaphora Millies modò muft nempe Nero Nerone Neronis nifi nunc o'er olim omnibus once Perfius Plin Poëta poëtæ poft Porrò poteft præ Prætor propriè quâ quæ Quæque quafi quàm quidam Quis quòd Romæ Romani SATIRA Seftertia tamen tantùm tefte THALES thee thefe theſe think thou tibi tunc urbs veftis verfus verò Vetus Schol Vide Sat vitæ vulgò whofe
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Strana 382 - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Strana 380 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Strana 380 - Ray, And pour on misty Doubt resistless Day ; Should no false Kindness lure to loose Delight, Nor Praise relax, nor Difficulty fright ; Should tempting...
Strana 374 - With well-feign'd gratitude the pension'd band Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land. See ! while he builds, the gaudy...
Strana 372 - No gainful trade their industry can 'scape, They sing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a clap. All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows, And bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.
Strana 385 - The teeming mother, anxious for her race, Begs for each birth the fortune of a face ; Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring ; And Sedley curs'd the form that pleas'da king.
Strana 372 - Sense, freedom, piety, refin'd away, Of France the mimic, and of Spain the prey. All that at home no more can beg or steal, Or like a gibbet...
Strana 376 - O'erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate, Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent'rous pride, To tread the dreary paths without a guide, As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delude, Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good; How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice.
Strana 377 - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state...
Strana 379 - Now drops at once the pride of awful state, The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate,. The regal palace, the luxurious board, The liv'ried army, and the menial lord.