The Rambler [by S. Johnson and others]., Volume 3 |
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able againſt appearance attempt attention beauty becauſe cauſe character common conſidered continued converſation danger delight deſire diſcovered eaſily effect elegance employed endeavour enter equally excellence expected eyes fame father fear firſt fome force fortune frequently friends gain genius give greater hands happens happineſs hear heart himſelf honour hope hour human ignorance imagination inclination indulgence kind knowledge known labour ladies laſt laws learning leſs live look mankind means ment mind moſt muſt myſelf nature neceſſary neglect never NUMB obſerved obtain once opinion paſſions performance perhaps perpetual pleaſe pleaſure praiſe preſent produce publick raiſe reaſon receive regard reſt ſame ſcarcely ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhort ſhould ſome ſometimes ſoon ſtate ſtudy ſubject ſuch ſuffer ſufficient ſurely themſelves theſe thing thoſe thought tion underſtanding uſe virtue viſits whoſe writers
Popular passages
Page 173 - The certainty that life cannot be long, and the probability that it will be much shorter than nature allows, ought to awaken every man to the active prosecution of whatever he is desirous to perform.
Page 73 - I then consider him as hopeless; but as it seldom happens that I do not find the temper to which the texture of his brain is...
Page 229 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 206 - And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave; Buried, yet not exempt, By privilege of death and burial, From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs ; But made hereby obnoxious more To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes.
Page 303 - Is it not certain that the tragic and comic affections have been moved alternately, with equal force, and that no plays have oftener filled the eye with tears, and the breast with palpitation, than those which are variegated with interludes of mirth ? I do not however think it safe to judge of works of genius, merely by the event.
Page 51 - To equal robbery with murder, is to reduce murder to robbery, to confound in common minds the gradations of iniquity, and incite the commission of a greater crime to prevent the detection of a less.
Page 209 - Out, out, hyaena ! these are thy wonted arts, And arts of every woman false like thee, To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray, Then as repentant to submit...
Page 13 - Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise ; He who defers this work from day to day. Does on a river's bank expecting stay, Till the whole stream, which stopp'd him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
Page 15 - ... and to devote their days and nights to a particular attention. But all common degrees of excellence are attainable at a lower price ; he that should steadily...
Page 21 - ... would rather follow me to the grave than see me tear my clothes, and hang down my head, and sneak about with dirty shoes and blotted fingers, my hair unpowdered, and my hat uncocked.