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Methinks I feel a Joy spread o'er my Heart, The blessed Omen of approaching Happiness. Cel. I do believe thee; for by Sympathy, Mine takes new Fire and Hope. Dia. Bel. But why thus drest? it might have led my Rage, Full of Despair and Jealousy to have hurt thee. Cel.

That will I with singular patience; and presently the labour of eating, also the toil of digestion, and finally, by Hercules his aid, the strain of going to bed, and the struggle of sinking fast asleep. "Why, Denys, what are you doing? ordering supper for only two?" "Why not?" "What, can we sup without waiting for forty more? Burgundy forever!" "Aha! Courage, camarade. Le dia " "C'est convenu."

Isaac Vossius seems to unsettle all, and endeavours utterly to ruine the whole Story: for he tells us, If you travel all over Africa, you shall not meet with either a Crane or Pygmie: Se mirari (saith[A] Isaac Vossius) Aristotelem, quod tam seriò affirmet non esse fabellam, quæ de Pygmæis & Bello, quod cum Gruibus gerant, narrantur. Si quis totam pervadat Africam, nullas vel Grues vel Pygmæos inveniet. Now one would wonder more at Vossius, that he should assert this of Aristotle, which he never said. And since Vossius is so mistaken in what he relates of Aristotle; where he might so easily have been in the right, 'tis not improbable, but he may be out in the rest too: For who has travelled all Africa over, that could inform him? And why should he be so peremptory in the Negative, when he had so positive an Affirmation of Aristotle to the contrary? or if he would not believe Aristotle's Authority, methinks he should Aristophanes's, who tells us,[B] [Greek: Speirein hotau men Geranos kroizon es taen libyaen metachorae]. 'Tis time to sow when the noisy Cranes take their flight into Libya. Which Observation is likewise made by Hesiod, Theognis, Aratus, and others. And Maximus Tyrius (as I find him quoted in Bochartus) saith, [Greek: Hai geravoi ex Aigyptou ora therous aphistamenai, ouk anechomenai to thalpos teinasai pterygas hosper istia, pherontai dia tou aeros euthy ton Skython gaes]. i.e. Grues per æstatem ex Ægypto abscedentes, quia Calorem pati non possunt, alis velorum instar expansis, per aerem ad Scythicam plagam rect

Sir, we will not doubt our Fortune. But how came he to know of my being here? Serv. Madam, I fear he follow'd me after I had given him the Letter. Enter Lord Plotwell, Charles, Trusty. Lord. Rise; the Joy I have to see you thus, makes me Resolve to grant you any thing, and pardon All that's past. Bel. Be not so hasty in your Goodness, Sir, Lest you repent as fast. Dia.

"Do you know that you really are an ass?" exclaimed Placido, picking up his book and papers. "Let's have a dia pichido!" repeated Juanito. Placido was unwilling, since for only two the authorities were hardly going to suspend a class of more than a hundred and fifty.

"It will make a nice jewel casket," put in Tom. "When you settle down with Dora, you can give if to her for her dia " "Oh, stow that, Tom! If Dora ever does take me for a husband, it won't be for some years to come, you must know that." "Let me take a look at the box," put in Sam. "I never got the chance to look it over carefully." "It's odd that they should engrave it inside," went on Dick.

What should I do at Grey House?" "I'll tell you precisely what you may do but not now. For the present I should inform you that it may be your last chance of salvation." "What on earth do you mean? Not the dia " "Listen carefully! I have already told you of the disaster to the mines " "But all that will come right in time." "One may hope so.

It is thus the romantic legends of Granada mingle themselves with everything, and are kept fresh in the public mind. Another great festival at Granada, answering in its popular character to our Fourth of July, is El Dia de la Toma; "The day of the Capture"; that is to say, the anniversary of the capture of the city by Ferdinand and Isabella. On this day all Granada is abandoned to revelry.

"He is a sick man," said Marcia. "I think he has a fever." Galen shook his head again. "I will not have it said I poisoned him." "Nonsense! Who knows that you mixed any poison?" "Sextus, for one," Galen answered. "Dea dia! There you are!" said Marcia. "I tell you, Pertinax, your Sextus may prove to be another Livius! He has been as ubiquitous as the plague. He knows everything.

Bel. I have consider'd thee, And find no Blemish in thy Soul, or Form; Thou art all o'er Divine, yet I must hate thee, Since thou hast drawn me to a mortal Sin, That cannot be forgiven by Men, or Heaven. Oh, thou hast made me break a Vow, Diana, A sacred solemn Vow; And made me wrong the sweetest Innocence, That ever blest the Earth. Dia. 'Tis false, or but to try my Constancy.