Memoirs of James, Marquis of Montrose, K.G. Captain General of Scotland

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G. Routledge, 1853 - 396 páginas

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Página 18 - He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune ; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. Certainly the best works, and of greatest merit for the public, have proceeded from the unmarried or childless men ; which, both in affection and means, have married and endowed the public.
Página 16 - As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Página 226 - Rebellion. Only give me leave, after I have reduced this country to your Majesty's obedience, and conquered from Dan to Beersheba, to say to your Majesty then, as David's General did to his master, ' come thou thyself lest this country be called by my name.
Página 16 - I can love thee no more. The golden Laws of Love shall be Upon this Pillar hung ; A simple Heart, a single Eye, A true and constant Tongue. Let no Man for more Love pretend Than he has Hearts in .store : True Love begun shall never end ; Love one and love no more. Then shall thy Heart be set by mine, But in far different Case : For mine was true, so was not thine, But lookt like Janus Face.
Página 16 - MY dear and only Love, I pray That little world of thee Be governed by no other sway But purest monarchy ; For if confusion have a part, Which virtuous souls abhor, And hold a synod in thy heart, I'll never love thee more.
Página 17 - I'll deck and crown thy head with bays, And love thee more and more.
Página 16 - And in the empire of thy heart, Where I should solely be, If others do pretend a part, Or dare to share with me ; Or committees if thou erect, Or go on such a score, I'll smiling mock at thy neglect, And never love thee more.
Página 380 - Let them bestow on every airth a limb, Then open all my veins, that I may swim To thee, my Maker ! in that crimson lake ; Then place my parboiled head upon a stake — Scatter my ashes — strew them in the air ; Lord ! since thou knowest where all these atoms are, I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust, And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.
Página 135 - Montrose : I know I need no arguments to induce you to my service. Duty and loyalty are sufficient to a man of so much honour as I know you to be...
Página 128 - But death was the slightest punishment inflicted by those rebels. All the tortures which wanton cruelty could devise, all the lingering pains of body, the anguish of mind, the agonies of despair, could not satiate revenge excited without injury, and cruelty derived from no cause.

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