 | Robert Southey - 1887 - 458 страници
...at nine o'clock. I have inherited his punctuality and his drowsiness. » Donne's words are, " Sir, though I thank God for it, I do hate perfectly all this town." — Satire i. — ED. To the same. Nov. 21, 1796. When do I come to London? A plain question. I cannot... | |
 | John Donne - 1896 - 350 страници
...no Directly came to me, hanging the head, And constantly a while must keep his bed. SATIRE II. Sir, though — I thank God for it — I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate toward them breeds pity towards the rest. Though... | |
 | John Donne - 1896 - 348 страници
...10 Directly came to me, hanging the head, And constantly a while must keep his bed. SATIRE II. Sir, though — I thank God for it — I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate toward them breeds pity towards the rest. Though... | |
 | Cecil Headlam - 1897 - 348 страници
...though all thy companions should make thee Jointures, and marry thy dear company. r From Satire II. SIR, though — I thank God for it — I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate toward them breeds pity towards the rest. Though... | |
 | Cecil Headlam - 1897 - 346 страници
...though all thy companions should make thee Jointures, and marry thy dear company. From Satire II. SIR, though — I thank God for it — I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate toward them breeds pity towards the rest. Though... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1909 - 808 страници
...heart A sense that thrills its cords of sympathy ; 1 This poet begins his second Satire thus:— ' Sir, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there 's one state In all ill things sO excellently best, That hate towards them breeds pity towards... | |
 | Sir John Suckling - 1910 - 454 страници
...Since there's no help,' etc. 1. 9. /'// halt so perfectly] Cf. Donne, Satire II., 11. i, 2 : 'Sir, though— I thank God for it— I do hate Perfectly all this town.' THE CARELESS LOVER. 1. 6. know if] knows it, early edd. 11. 15, etc. Cf. the fifth stanza of the song... | |
 | John Donne - 1912 - 516 страници
...muft keepe his bed. Satyre II. Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this towne, yet there's one ftate In all ill things fo excellently beft, That hate, toward them, breeds pitty towards the reft. too (loop'fl 1633,1669, 42j,S,D,ff49,ffjr,JC,L74,Lec,N,P,Q,... | |
 | George Stuart Gordon - 1912 - 260 страници
...though he makes the most of his natural stock and hugs close his scorn of mankind. When he says, ' Sir, though — I thank God for it — I do hate perfectly all this town,' he tells the mere truth, and in him alone of his times does the hatred of a bore, a lawyer, and a fool... | |
 | Reginald John Elliott Tiddy - 1923 - 278 страници
...though he makes the most of his natural stock and hugs close his scorn of mankind. When he says, " Sir, though — I thank God for it — I do hate perfectly all this town," he tells the mere truth, and in him alone of his 1 Oxford, Clarendon Press, 1912. times does the hatred... | |
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Sir, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate towards them breeds pity towards the rest. 
