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'Aurungzebe' was by Dryden. No. 93. Saturday, June 16, 1711. Addison. ... Spatio brevi Spem longam reseces: dum loquimur, fugerit Invida AEtas: carpe Diem, quam minimum credula postero. Hor. We all of us complain of the Shortness of Time, saith Seneca and yet have much more than we know what to do with.
"Likewise, to my much-beloved wife and legitimate spouse, Anita Josepha Christina de Postero, dwelling at Cadiz: First, a sum of twelve thousand francs; which I have agreed by contract to pay her; Second, my pardon for her little adventure with my lieutenant Jean Bonaffé."
My wife, rest her soul, is in heaven. Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero." As he was very inquisitive about our affairs, we made no scruple of acquainting him with our situation, which when he had learned, he enriched us with advices how to behave in the world, telling us that he was no stranger to the deceits of mankind.
It was not very likely that the Pasha wanted to add to his past ontological researches upon the coloured races. Excluding also my aunt Christina de Postero, whose adventure with Jean Bonaffé had brought her into disgrace, there remained only my aunt Lia Ben Lévy, my aunt Gretchen Van Cloth, and my aunt Eudoxie de Cornalis, so that the question was now considerably narrowed.
Whether it were because the thread of my dream was at an end I cannot tell, but, upon my taking a survey of this imaginary old man, my sleep left me. Part One. Spatio brevi Spem longam reseces: dum loquimur, fugerit invida AEtas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. HOR., Od. i. 11, 6.
With this rose in my coat I dare go to hell or anywhere. 'Why hell, Siegmund? she asked in displeasure. 'I suppose it is the postero. In everything else I'm a failure, Helena. But, he laughed, 'this day of ours is a rose not many men have plucked. She kissed him passionately, beginning to cry in a quick, noiseless fashion. 'What does it matter, Helena? he murmured. 'What does it matter?
"Drink no more, sir, I beg; you'll be ill to-morrow," said I to the Dominie. "Deprome quadrimum," hiccuped the Dominie. "Carpe diem quam minimum creula postero. Sing, friend Dux Quem virum sumes celebrare music amicus. Where's my pattypan? "Propria quae maribus had a little dog, Quae genus was his name "My memory faileth me what was the tune?"
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