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Your compliments, you will be with her at two. There, now the rehearsal's over, the scenes arranged, and I'll dress, and open the play for you with a prologue." "Aestuat ingens Imo in corde pudor, mixtoque insania luctu, Et furiis agitatus amor, et conscia virtus."* VIRGIL.
Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk, Still he can nothing but of Naevia talk; Let him eat, drink, ask Questions, or dispute, Still he must speak of Naevia, or be mute. He writ to his Father, ending with this Line, I am, my Lovely Naevia, ever thine. No. 114. Wednesday, July 11, 1711. Steele. ... Paupertatis pudor et fuga ... Hor.
It seemed to me that at that moment I was looking at the sweet face of Lygia, and her eyes filled with tears, thanking me for that act. And, proh pudor! I felt that my lips too were moist. Dost know what I will confess to thee? This that I cannot do without her, that it is ill for me alone, that I am simply unhappy, and that my sadness is greater than thou wilt admit.
The custom of the church is not enough to pitch on, and it is found oftentimes expedient to change a custom of the church. Nullus pudor est ad meliora transire, saith Ambrose to the Emperor Valentinian. And again, Corrigendum est quod illicite admittitur, aut a praedecessoribus admissum invenitur. A politic writer admonisheth retinere antiqua, only with this caution, Si proba.
And it was to be at eight proh pudor! I have kept you waiting! 'It doesn't matter, sir. I've thought of something. 'Thought of something? 'Yes, sir. You said this morning that I was to think what I would like best in the world, and I have made up my mind. 'I did say so to be sure I did, he replied, collecting his thoughts.
Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk, Still he can nothing but of Noevia talk; Let him eat, drink, ask questions, or dispute, Still he must speak of Noevia, or be mute. He writ to his father, ending with this line, I am, my lovely Noevia, ever thine. No. 114. Paupertalis pudor & fuga. HOR. Ep. xviii. 1. I. v. 24. The dread of nothing more Than to be thought necessitous and poor.
I have purposely omitted a few steps in my ladder of inference to bring it home. Then, look, cometh crawling this accursed. O tempora, O Mores! O Pudor! O Saecula Saeculorum! What incontinency, you will say; and I say, What, indeed! Then cometh fairly your turn.
O the Truthful, O the Beautiful, O Modesty, O Benevolence, O Pudor, O Mores, O Blushing Shame, O Namby Pamby each with your respective capital letters to your honoured names! O Niminy, O Piminy! how shall I dare for to go for to say that a young man ever was a young man? No doubt, dear young lady, I am calumniating Mr. Warrington according to my heartless custom.
It sometimes means that tenderness and nicety of honour, that apprehension of blame, that dread of intrusion or injury towards others, that Pudor, which is the proper guardian of every kind of virtue, and a sure preservative against vice and corruption.
But Mr Vanslyperken did leave the cutter and Snarleyyow, did come on shore, did walk to the widow's house, and did most unexpectedly enter it, and what was the consequence? that he was not perceived when he entered it, and the door of the parlour as well as the front door being open to admit the air, for the widow and the corporal found that making love in the dog days was rather warm work for people of their calibre to his mortification and rage the lieutenant beheld the corporal seated in his berth, on the little fubsy sofa, with one arm round the widow's waist, his other hand joined in hers, and, proh pudor! sucking at her dewy lips like some huge carp under the water-lilies on a midsummer's afternoon.
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