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Almost instinctively she concentrated on him all her forces of attraction, and Folly's forces of attraction, once you pressed the spring, were simply dynamic. Beneath that soft, breathing skin of hers was such store of vitality, intensity, and singleness of purpose as only the vividly monochromatic ever bring to bear on life.
Some men are sick and die for pure folly's sake, or for business. They are to be pitied. But if it were given a man to be spent for Christ's sake to know some faint shadow of suffering for the same cause for which He suffered as we never may that man is happy, I think." "He is," said Hubert earnestly, "he is." Mr. Carew was struck by the sincerity of Hubert's tones.
If we do, we shall pay our folly's price in the forfeiture of that, without which, however we may pretend, we never are or can be happy; preferring to go without the very greatest of all earthly good, because it is not what, perhaps, it may be in heaven.
Folly's original name had been but why give it away? She was one of those women who are above and beyond a name of a class, or, rather, of a type that a relatively merciful world produces sparingly. She was all body and no soul.
I am for the red wine and wild revel, where 'in Folly's cup still laughs the bubble Joy' for the idle day-dream and the sensuous dance, the fond kiss of foolish Love and the velvet couch of Lust." Then Death came and stood near him, beautiful with a beauty all spirituelle, a world of pity in her eyes.
An' tha'll lose tha work," sez he, "an' tha'll be upon th' Sick Club for a couple o' months an' more. Doesn't tha think tha's a fool?" 'But whin was a young man, high or low, the other av a fool, I'd like to know? said Mulvaney. 'Sure, folly's the only safe way to wisdom, for I've thried it. 'Wisdom! grinned Ortheris, scanning his comrades with uplifted chin.
Thy lisping prattle, and thy mincing gait, All thy false mimic fooleries I hate; For thou art Folly's counterfeit, and she Who is right foolish hath the better plea; Nature's true idiot I prefer to thee. Why that soft languish? Why that drawling tone? Art sick, art sleepy? Get thee hence: begone. I laugh at all thy pretty baby tears, Those flutt'rings, faintings, and unreal fears.
"It's in t' blood," said one, nodding toward the young man. "Ay, headstrong folly's bred in t' bone of them, an' it's safer to counter an angry bull than a Thurston of Crosbie Ghyll. It's like his grandfather roughed out of the old hard whinstane he is."
Wordsworth has written: "Be mine in hours of fear Or grovelling thought to find a refuge here, Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam, Where bubbles burst, and folly's dancing foam Melts if it cross the threshold where the wreath Of awestruck wisdom droops."
His broken weapon's shaft surveyed The king, and careless answer made "My loss must pay my folly's tax I've broke my trusty battle-axe" The next morning, being the 24th of June, at break of day the battle began in terrible earnest. The English as they advanced saw the Scots getting into lines.
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