A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyAlan Rodgers Books LLC, 2005 - 108 Seiten
CALAIS When I had fished my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to satisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honor for the humanity of his temper, -- I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. -- No -- said I -- the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may be misled, like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffusion of a finer kind upon my cheek -- more warm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was such as I had been drinking) could have produced. -- Just God! said I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out so cruelly as we do by the way? |
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... Yorick ! by thee , who hast promised to shelter it in thy breast ? ― -- - Eternal Fountain of Happiness ! said I , kneeling down upon the ground , be thou my witness and every pure spirit which tastes it , be my - - witness also , That ...
... Yorick , whenever it is not so , man is false to himself and betrays his own succors ten times where nature does it once . Go to the Duc de C― with the Bastille in thy looks ; - my life for it , thou wilt be sent back to Paris in half ...
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