The Glory of English Prose / Letters to My Grandson

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r, of whom I am going to write to-day. The latter's writings differ very much fro

beauty of Jeremy Taylor is as the passing from out the

ced Jeremy Taylor to be the most eloquent of

anently in Jeremy Taylor's mind a

erhaps almost of set purpose fan

hy and affection from the writ

nges of a cloud, and peeps over the eastern hills, thrusting out his golden horns, like those which decked the brows of Moses when he was forced to wear a veil because himself had seen the face of God; and still, while a man tells th

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so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society; but he that loves not his wife and children, feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows; and blessing itself cannot make him happy; so that all the commandments of

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motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the liberation and frequent weighing of his wings; till the little creature was forced to sit down and pant, and stay till th

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and unless I list, they have not taken away my merry countenance and my cheerful spirit, and a good conscience; they still have left me the Providence of God, and all the promises of the Gospel, and my religion, and my hopes of heaven, and my charity to them too; and st

cheerful spirit, and your good conscience unless you choose; keep all three, Antony, throughout your life, and you

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