Quote #49
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
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- That old man eloquent.
- License they mean when they cry, Liberty! For who loves that must first be wise and good.
- As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.
- What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
- Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
- Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
- O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
- Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.