The London Magazine, Or, Gentleman's Monthly Intelligencer, Volume 42

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R. Baldwin, 1773
 

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Page 539 - Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.
Page 244 - Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thy heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
Page 252 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Page 377 - But Hudibras gave him a twitch, As quick as lightning, in the breech, Just in the place where honour's lodg'd, As wise philosophers Have judg'd, Because a kick in that place more Hurts honour, than deep wounds before.
Page 376 - Tis plain enough he was no such; We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it; As being loth to wear it out. And therefore bore it not about, Unless on holy-days, or so, As men their best apparel do.
Page 302 - I AM content, I do not care, Wag as it will the world for me; When fuss and fret was all my fare, It got no ground as I could see : So when away my caring went, I counted cost, and was content. With more of thanks and less of thought, I strive to make my matters meet ; To seek what ancient sages sought, Physic and food in sour and sweet: To take what passes in good part, And keep the hiccups from the heart. With good and...
Page 377 - He ne'er gave quarter to any such. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting, was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack : The peaceful scabbard, where it dwelt, The rancour of its edge had felt ; For of the lower end two handful It had devoured, 'twas so manful; And so much scorn'd to lurk in case, As if it durst not show its face.
Page 377 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie; I am no counterfeit. To die is to be a counterfeit, for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man...
Page 536 - BEHOLD, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks : Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing ; Whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Page 399 - Father' of the College to which he belongs. " After the Proctors have called over the names, each of the Moderators sends for a division of the students : they sit with him round a table, with pens, ink, and paper, before them : he enters upon his task of examination, and does not dismiss the set till the hour is expired.

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