...THE BOROUGH. LETTER XIII. THE ALMS-HOUSE AND TRUSTEES. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pool, And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion ; As who should...

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...tales of thee to high-judging Jove : Mend when thou can'st ; be better, at thy leisure. FORMALITY. There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and...do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be drest in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit ; As who should say, I am Sir Oracle, And,...

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...old wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grand sire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? Let...

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...within, Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio, — I love thee, and it is my love that speaks; — Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; There are a sort of men, whose visages And do a wilful...

...And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a tnan, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes 1 and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? THE DEAD AÏ.IVE. An hypochondriac, after ringing...

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