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Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of
delightful studies.
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_Areopagitica_.
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.
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_Apology for Smectymmius_.
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in
laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.
* * * * *
THOMAS FULLER.
1608-1661.
_Holy State_. Book ii. Ch. 20. The Good Sea-captain.
But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image cut in
ebony, as if done in ivory.
Book iii. Ch. 12. Of Natural Fools.
Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no more room for wit;
sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.
Book iii. Ch. 22. Of Marriage.
They that marry ancient people merely in expectation to bury them, hang
themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
Andronicus. Ad. fin. 1.
Often the cockloft is empty, in those which
Nature hath built many stories high.
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