Publications of the University of Pennsylvania: Series in philology, literature and archeology, Volym 7, Utgåva 2

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Sida 65 - It constituted the adventurers a body politic and corporate, by the name of ' the Governor and Company of Merchants of London trading to the East Indies,' and vested them with the usual privileges and powers.
Sida 72 - Nona aetas agitur peioraque saecula ferri temporibus, quorum sceleri non invenit ipsa nomen, et a nullo posuit natura metallo.
Sida 68 - You equal Donne in the variety, multiplicity, and choice of thoughts; you excel him in the manner and the words. I read you both with the same admiration, but not with the same delight.
Sida 97 - THE Satire should be like the porcupine, That shoots sharp quills out in each angry line, And wounds the blushing cheeke and fiery eye, Of him that hears, and readeth guiltily.
Sida 160 - The Scourge of Folly. — Consisting of satyricall Epigramms, and others in honor of many noble and worthy Persons of our Land.
Sida 180 - Not to be checked or frightened now with fate, But more licentious made, and desperate ! Our delicacies are grown capital, And even our sports are dangers!
Sida 85 - But that such a poem should be TOOTHLESS, I still affirm it to be a bull, taking away the essence of that which it calls itself. For if it bite neither the persons nor the vices, how is it a satyr ? And if it bite either, how is it toothless ? So that TOOTHLESS SATYRS, are as much as if he had said TOOTHLESS TEETH c,
Sida 54 - Steele, unpartially doth shewe, Abuses all, to such as in it looke, From prince to poore, from high estate to lowe, As for the verse, who list like trade to trye, I feare me much, shal hardly reache so high.
Sida 85 - I will not conceal ye what I thought, readers, that sure this must be some sucking satire, who might have done better to have used his coral and made an end of breeding, ere he took upon him to wield a satire's whip. But when I heard him talk of ' scouring the rusty swords of elvish knights,' do not blame me, if I changed my thought, and concluded him some desperate cutler.
Sida 192 - The Philosophers Satyrs: Written by M. Robert Anton, of Magdalen Colledge in Cambridge. Gaude, quod spectant oculi te mille loquentem : Quicquid sub terra est, in apricum proferet aetas.

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