Charterhouse Prize Exercises from 1814 to 1832. Reprinted 1833London, 1833 - 288 páginas |
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Página 19 - Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence.
Página 14 - Omnia mutantur, nihil interit: errat et illinc hue venit, hinc illuc, et quoslibet occupat artus spiritus eque feris humana in corpora transit inque feras noster...
Página 56 - Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Página 168 - Scriptor honoratum si forte reponis Achillem, Impiger, iracundus, inexorabilis, acer, Jura neget sibi nata, nihil non arroget armis.
Página 15 - He doth not say as Cicero said, speaking on this important article ; " I do not pretend to say, that what I affirm is as infallible as the Pythian oracle, I speak only by conjecture.
Página 263 - Qui, quid sit pulchrum, quid turpe, quid utile, quid non, Planius ac melius Chrysippo et Crantore dicit.
Página 3 - ... o vitae philosophia dux, o virtutis indagatrix expultrixque vitiorum! quid non modo nos, sed omnino vita hominum sine te esse potuisset?
Página 2 - Hence it was that the oracle pronounced Socrates the wisest of all men living, because he judiciously made choice of human nature for the object of his thoughts ; an inquiry into which as much exceeds all other learning, as it is of more consequence to adjust the true nature and measures of right and wrong, than to settle the distances of the planets, and compute the times of their circumvolutions.
Página viii - HUMAN nature appears a very deformed, or a very beautiful object, according to the different lights in which it is viewed. When we see men of inflamed passions-, or of wicked designs, tearing one another to pieces by open violence, or undermining each other by secret treachery ; when we observe base and narrow ends pursued by ignominious and dishonest means ; when we behold men mixed in society as...
Página 11 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name; Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history; Enough, that virtue filled the space between; Proved, by the ends of being, to have been.