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arbitrary authority Big-endian blood BURKE called Cato's Letters civil corrupted court courtiers creatures cried crime crown death despotism destroy earth emperor empire enemy equal evil eyes father favour fear fellow flatterers fortune give Gulliver's Travels hand happy hath heart high treason honour human IDEM Jane Shore judge justice king kingdom labour laws liberty lives lord Louis XIV majesty mankind ment mind minister mischief misery monarch MONTESQUIEU murder nation nature never oath obliged officer opinion oppression passions Persian Letters persons Pisistratus pleasure political poor present pride prince Protesilaus punishment racters reason reign rich servants Shechem slavery slaves society soul spirit subjects suffer Tamerlane thee Themistocles thing thou thought thousand throne Tiberius tion titles Titus Oates truth tyranny tyrant uncle Toby unto virtue VOLTAIRE whole word wretch
Page 35 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 279 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 41 - They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms; That made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof; That opened not the house of his prisoners?
Page 291 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Page 39 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 297 - THE first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society.
Page 336 - Whilst the authors of all these evils were idly and stupidly gazing on this menacing meteor, which blackened all their horizon, it suddenly burst, and poured down the whole of its contents upon the plains of the Carnatic. Then ensued a scene of woe, the like of which no eye had seen, no heart conceived, and which no tongue can adequately tell.