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Stranica 131 - Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares, And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour To act in safety. There is none but he Whose being I do fear; and under him My genius is rebuk'd, as it is said Mark Antony's was by Caesar.
Stranica 132 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Stranica 105 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Stranica 105 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man?
Stranica 103 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
Stranica 231 - Les peuples d'Europe ayant exterminé ceux de l'Amérique, ils ont dû mettre en esclavage ceux de l'Afrique, pour s'en servir à défricher tant de terres. Le sucre serait trop cher, si l'on ne faisait travailler la plante qui le produit par des esclaves. Ceux dont il s'agit sont noirs depuis les pieds jusqu'à la tête ; et ils ont le nez si écrasé qu'il est presque impossible de les plaindre. On ne peut se mettre dans l'esprit que Dieu, qui est un être très sage, ait mis une âme, surtout...
Stranica 96 - Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Stranica 132 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come. — But, in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed Justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To...
Stranica 71 - He is not risen, no — He lies and moulders low ; Christ is not risen ! What if the women, ere the dawn was grey, Saw one or more great angels, as they say (Angels, or Him Himself) ? Yet neither there, nor then, Nor afterwards, nor elsewhere, nor at all, Hath He appeared to Peter or the Ten ; Nor, save in thunderous terror, to blind Saul ; Save in an after Gospel and late Creed, He is not risen, indeed,- — Christ is not risen ! Or, what if e'en, as runs a tale, the Ten Saw, heard, and touched,...
Stranica 109 - O mighty Caesar ! dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure ? Fare thee well.