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Tract of Education.

I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but strait conduct ye to a hil side, where I will point ye out the right path of a verti ous and noble education; laborious indeed at the fir ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodl prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that th harp of Orpheus was not more charming.

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Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of vertue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men, and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.


Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.

In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air calm and pleasant, it were an injury and a sullennes against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and par take in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

As good almost kill a Man, as kill a good Booke; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, God's Image; but he who destroys a good Booke kills reason itselfe. . .

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A good book is the pretious life-blood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

History of England. Book 1. ad fin.

By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travailed through a Region of smooth or idle Dreams, our History now arrives on the Confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at far distance, true colors and shapes.

The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce.

For truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

Iconoclastes xxiiii. ad fin.

For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered. by the borrower, among good authors is accounted. Plagiarè.



Fables from several Authors. Fable 398.

Though this may be play to you,

"T is death to us.


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Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise.

Book iv. Line 240.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts

And eloquence.

Book iv. Line 267.

Thence to the famous orators repair,

Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democraty,
Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

Book iv. Line 330.

As children gathering pebbles on the shore.


Line 293.

Just are the ways of God,

And justifiable to men.

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He's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?

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Tame villatic fowl.


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Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,

Which men call earth.

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A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

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Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

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Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?

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How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night,

every fall smoothing the raven down

Of darkness till it smiled.

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Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul And lap it in Elysium.

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Virtue could see to do what virtue would

Comus - Continued.

By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk.

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He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun.

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So dear to heaven is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her.

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How charming is divine philosophy!

Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,

And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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I was all ear,

And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of Death.

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What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,
Love darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

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Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

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