And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care
Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700)
-- Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii, Baucis and Philemon, Line 97
Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700)
-- Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii, Baucis and Philemon, Line 97
Related:
- Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,--
As brooks make rivers,
rivers run to seas. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -... - To know
That which before us lies in daily life
Is the prime wisdom.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii... - And feel that I am happier than I know.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line... - And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line... - And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
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John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii... - Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line... - The sum of earthly bliss.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line... - She what was honour knew,
And with obsequious majesty approv'd
My pleaded reason.
To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn... - And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700)
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Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line...
