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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 15

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Numbered 272 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xv fable is of the flee and of the man.
E that dothe euyl / how be hit that the euylle be not grete men ought not to leue hym vnpunysshed / As it appereth by this fable / Of a man whiche took a flee whiche bote hym / to whome the man sayd in this manere / Fle why bytest thow me / and letest me not slepe / and the flee ansuerd It is my kynd to doo soo / wherfore I praye the that thow wylt not put me to dethe / And the man beganne to lawhe / & sayd to the flee / how be it / that thow mayst not hurte me sore / Neuertheless / to the behoueth not to prycke me / wherfore thow shalt deye / For men ought not to leue none euyll vnpunysshed how be hit that hit be not grete.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 2

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¶ The second Fable is of the egle and of the wesel
One for what so euer myght that he haue / ought not to despreyse the other / As hit appiereth by this present table of an Egle / whiche chaced somtyme after an hare And by cause that the hare myght not resyste ne withstande ageynst the egle / he demaunded ayde and helpe of the wesel / the whiche tooke hym in her kepynge / And by cause that the egle sawe the wesel soo lytyl / he despreysed her / and before her toke the hare / wherof the wesel was wrothe / And therfore the wesell wente / and beheld the Egles nest whiche was vpon a hyghe tree / And whanne she sawe hit / the lytell wesell clymmed vpon a tree / and toke and cast doune to the ground the yonge egles wherfore they deyde / And for this cause was the Egle moche wrothe and angry / and after wente to the god Jupiter And prayd hym that lie wold fynde hym a sure place where as he niyght leye his egges and his lytyl chykynes / And Jupiter graunted hit and gaf hym suche a gyfte / that ​whan the tyme of childynge shold come / that she shold make her yong Egles within his bosome / And thenne whanne the wesel knewe this / she gadred and assembled to gyder grete quantite of ordure of fylthe / and therof made an hyghe hylle for to lete her self falle fro the top of hit in to the bosome of Jupiter / And whanne Jupiter felte the stenche of the fylthe / he beganne to shake his bosome / and both the wesel and the egges of the egle felle doune to the erthe / And thus were alle the egges broken and lost / And whanne the Egel knewe hit / she made auowe / that she shold neuer make none egles / tyll of the wesel she were assuerd / And therfore none how stronge and myghty that he be / ought not despreyse somme other / For there is none soo lytyl / but that fomtyme he may lette and auenge hym self / wherfore doo thow ne desplaysyr to none / that desplaysyre come not to the
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 3

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¶ The thyrdde fable is of the Foxe and of the gote
E whiche is wyse and sage ought fyrst to loke and behold the ende / or he begynneth the werke or dede / as hyer appiereth by this fable / Of a foxe & of a gote / that somtyme descended and wente doune in to a depe welle / for to drynke. And Whanne they had wel dronke / by cause that thei coude not come vpward ageyne / the Foxe sayd to the gote in this maner / my frend yf thow wylt helpe me / we shall sone ben bothe oute of this welle / For yf thow wylt sette thy two feet ageynste the walle / I shal wel lepe vpon the / & vpon thy homes And theune I shal lepe oute of this welle / ¶ And whanne I shalle be oute of hit / thow shalt take me by the handes / and I shal plucke and drawe the oute of the welle / And at this request the gote / acorded and ansuerd / I wylle wel / And thene the gote lyfte vp his feet ageynst the walle / and the foxe dyd so moche by his malyce that he got out of the welle / And whan he was oute / he began to ​loke on the gote / whiche was within the welle / & thenne the gote sayd to hym / help me now as thow hast promysed / And thene the foxe beganne to lawhe and to scorne hym / and sayd to hym / O mayster goote / yf thow haddest be wel wyse with thy fayre berde / or euer thow haddest entryd in to the welle / thow sholdest fyrst haue taken hede / how thow sholdest haue comen oute of hit ageyne /
¶ And therfore he whiche is wyse/ yf he wysely wylle gouerne hym self / ought to take euer good hede to the ende of his werke
# The complete correspondence of Sigmund Freud and Ernest Jones, 1908-1939/28

10 March 1910 Vienna, IX, Berggasse 19
Dear Dr Jones,
I am very fond of your letters and papers. Indeed your Hamlet article is excellent and shows you from very favourable sides. I did not recognise it having read the manuscript at W as you remember, it is so much improved. I gave the second copy to the Verein; they are trying to get it translated and published in German if you don't object to it.
I trust by the time going, your talents and your indefategable activity have won for you the place you aspired in America and I am sure material success is soon to follow. And you did succeed by dealing frankly with us and overcoming your own resistance, by criticizing your own character, an excellent constellation.
As for the Congress, we are sorry to have none of you amidst us, but we feel compensated by this year's visit. Perhaps it will be news to you, as it was to me, that Jung has left Europe for America yesterday on bord the "Krozprinzessin Caucilie"; he has been called to Chicago, has to leave the 22d of this month and be present at the Congress the 30th. Smart, is he? Will you take the opportunity to see him?
Your two bits of Self-Analysis are all right. None can contradict you if such are your results.
As for Neuroasthenia I must confess, this topic needs a complete resumption by means of our modern knowledge. As regards the time between the cessation of masturbation and the appearance of symptoms, it is hard to give a general statement. I remember some cases, where the interval was very short.
Your proposition to attack the problems of symbolisms by collective investigation I willingly accept and have instigated Stekel to put it before the Congress. No doubt, it will be executed in the way you intended but Stekel is likely to become the headman of the comitee. It is a good way to get him under control.
The 2d edition of the Sextheorie will come to you in a few days. I am writing a paper on Leonardo da Vinci, Haft 7 angewandte Seelenkunde. The Jahrbuck is under press. I am very busy and in better health, much trouble in my family, sorry to say. After all Putnam may be more correct as regards my age than you. Have you read the article of Hart on the Unconscious? The first clever word upon the matter.
I am yours sincerely, Freud
# The competitions of the sky

The competitions of the sky Corrodeless ply.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Next Year's Spring

NEXT YEAR'S SPRING.
The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Drop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others, Others, like blood. With saucy gesture Primroses flare, And roguish violets Hidden with care; And whatsoever There stirs and strives, The Spring's contented, It works and thrives. 'Mongst all the blossoms That fairest are, My sweetheart's sweetness Is sweetest far; Upon me ever Her glances light, My song they waken My words make bright. An ever open And blooming mind. In sport, unsullied, In earnest, kind. Though roses and lilies By summer are brought, Against my sweetheart Prevails he nought.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Night Song

NIGHT SONG.
When on thy pillow lying, Half listen, I implore. And at my lute's soft sighing, Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?
For at my lute's soft sighing The stars their blessings pour On feelings never-dying; Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?
Those feelings never-dying My spirit aid to soar From earthly conflicts trying; Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?
From earthly conflicts trying Thou driv'st me to this shore; Through thee I'm hither flying,— Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?
Through thee I'm hither flying, Thou wilt not list before In slumbers thou art lying: Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/November Song

NOVEMBER SONG.
To the great archer—not to him To meet whom flies the sun, And who is wont his features dim With clouds to overrun— ​But to the boy be vowed these rhymes, "Who 'mongst the roses plays, Who hears us, and at proper times To pierce fair hearts essays.
Through him the gloomy winter night, Of yore so cold and drear, Brings many a loved friend to our sight, And many a woman dear.
Henceforward shall his image fair Stand in yon starry skies, And, ever mild and gracious there, Alternate set and rise.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Neither This nor That

NEITHER THIS NOR THAT.
If thou to be a slave shouldst will, Thou'lt get no pity, but fare ill; And if a master thou wouldst be, The world will view it angrily; And if in statu quo thou stay, That thou art but a fool they'll say.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Nemesis

NEMESIS.
When through the nations stalks contagion wild, We from them cautiously should steal away, E'en I have oft with ling'ring and delay Shunned many an influence, not to be defiled.
And e'en though Amor oft my hours beguiled, At length with him preferred I not to play, And so, too, with the wretched sons of clay, When four and three-lined verses they compiled.
But punishment pursues the scoffer straight, As if by serpent-torch of furies led From hill to vale, from land to sea to fly. I hear the genie's laughter at my fate; Yet do I find all power of thinking fled In sonnet-rage and love's fierce ecstasy.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/On the Divan

ON THE DIVAN.
He who knows himself and others Here will also see, That the East and West, like brothers, Parted ne'er shall be.
Thoughtfully to float for ever 'Tween two worlds, be man's endeavour! So between the East and West To revolve, be my behest!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Old Age

OLD AGE.
Old age is courteous—no one more: For time after time he knocks at the door, But nobody says, "Walk in, sir, pray!" Yet turns he not from the door away, But lifts the latch and enters with speed, And then they cry, "A cool one, indeed!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/On the New Year

ON THE NEW YEAR.
[Composed for a merry party that used to meet, in 1802, at Goethe's house.]
Fate now allows us, 'Twixt the departing And the upstarting, Happy to be; And at the call of Memory cherished, Future and perished Moments we see.
Seasons of anguish,— Ah, they must ever Truth from woe sever, Love and joy part; Days still more worthy Soon will unite us, Fairer songs light us, Strength'ning the heart.
We, thus united, Think of, with gladness, Rapture and sadness, Sorrow now flies. Oh, how mysterious Fortune's direction! Old the connection, New-born the prize!
​Thank, for this, Fortune, Wavering blindly! Thank all that kindly Fate may bestow! Revel in change's Impulses clearer, Love far sincerer, More heartfelt glow.
Over the old one, Wrinkles collected, Sad and dejected, Others may view; But, on us gently Shineth a true one, And to the new one We, too, are new.
As a fond couple 'Midst the dance veering, First disappearing, Then reappear, So let affliction Guide thro' life's mazy Pathways so hazy Into the year.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/New Love, New Life

NEW LOVE, NEW LIFE.
[Written at the time of Goethe's connection with Lili.]
Heart! my heart! what means this feeling? What oppresseth thee so sore? What strange life is o'er me stealing! I acknowledge thee no more, ​Fled is all that gave thee gladness, Fled the cause of all thy sadness, Fled thy peace, thine industry— Ah, why suffer it to be?
Say, do beauty's graces youthful, Does this form so fair and bright, Does this gaze, so kind, so truthful, Chain thee with unceasing might? Would I tear me from her boldly, Courage take, and fly her coldly, Back to her I'm forthwith led By the path I seek to tread.
By a thread I ne'er can sever, For 'tis 'twined with magic skill, Doth the cruel maid for ever Hold me fast against my will. While those magic charms confine me, To her will I must resign me. Ah, the change in truth is great! Love! kind love! release me straight!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/On the Lake

ON THE LAKE.
[This little poem was composed during a tour in Switzerland in 1775. Several others in this series belong to the same period, being that when Goethe's passion for Anna Elizabeth Schönemann, the Lili of his poems, was at its height.]
And here I drink new blood, fresh food From world so free, so blest; How sweet is nature and how good Who holds me to her breast!
The waves are cradling up our boat, The oars are beating time; Mountains we meet that seem afloat In heav'nly clouds sublime.
Why, my eye, art downward turning? Golden dreams, are ye returning? Dream, though gold, I thee repel; Love and life here also dwell.
'Neath the waves are sinking Stars from heaven sparkling; Soft white mists are drinking, Distance towering, darkling,
Morning wind is fanning Trees by the bay that root, And its image scanning Is the ripening fruit.
# The four last things

THE FOUR LAST THINGS
DEATH.
JUDGMENT.
HELL.
HEAVEN.
BY
FATHER MARTIN VON COCHEM, O.S.F.C.
"Remember thy last end, and thou shalt never sin."
New York, Cincinnati, Chicago
BENZIGER BROTHERS
| PRINTERS TO THE HOLY APOSTOLIC SEE | PUBLISHERS OF BENZIGER'S MAGAZINE |
page
​Nihil Obstat.
THOMAS L. KINKEAD,
Censor Librorum.
Imprimatur,
✠ MICHAEL AUGUSTINE,
Archbishop of New York.
NEW YORK, October 5, 1899.
Copyright, 1899, by Benziger Brothers.
page
CONTENTS.
PART I. —ON DEATH.
PART II. —THE LAST JUDGMENT.
PART III. —ON HELL.
PART IV. —ON HEAVEN.
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# The further adventures of Mr. Verdant Green, an Oxford under-graduate

Continuing The adventures of Mr. Verdant Green, an Oxford freshman (1853): the two forming, arguably, a cult novel on Oxford. Text extracted from Mr. Verdant Green, where it was published as Part II: The Further Adventures of Mr. Verdant Green, an Oxford Under-graduate. The celebrated illustrations are by the author, a contributor to Punch (magazine), amongst others.
Mr. Verdant Green
Part II
The Further Adventures
of
Mr. Verdant Green
An Oxford Undergraduate
BY
Cuthbert Bede, B.A. (REV. EDWARD BRADLEY)
WITH 51 ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR
"A College Joke to cure the dumps."—Swift.
CONTENTS
* I. Mr. Verdant Green recommences his existence as an Oxford Undergraduate
* II. Mr. Verdant Green does as he has been done by
* III. Mr. Verdant Green endeavours to keep his Spirits up by pouring Spirits down
* IV. Mr. Verdant Green discovers the difference between Town and Gown
* V. Mr. Verdant Green is favoured with Mr. Bouncer's Opinions regarding an Under-graduate's Epistolary Communications to his Maternal Relative
* VI. Mr. Verdant Green feathers his oars with skill and dexterity
* VII. Mr. Verdant Green partakes of a Dove-tart and a Spread-eagle
* VIII. Mr. Verdant Green spends a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
* IX. Mr. Verdant Green makes his first appearance on any Boards
* X. Mr. Verdant Green enjoys a real Cigar
* XI. Mr. Verdant Green gets through his Smalls
* XII. Mr. Verdant Green and his Friends enjoy the Commemoration
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Charles Ford to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM CHARLES FORD, ESQ.
LONDON, JULY 15, 1714.
YOU see I was in the right; but I could wish the booby had not convinced me by naming my lord Bolingbroke, and then I should have dealt well enough with him. Since it has happened so, the best remedy I could think of, was to write him a ​very civil answer; in which, however, I have desired to see the alterations: this is mentioned with great respect to my lord. Though he has promised to have it again to morrow, it is probable he may be disappointed, and there may be time enough for me to receive your directions what I shall do, when I get it into my hands. If the alterations are material, shall I send it to some other printer as it was first written? Reflect upon every thing you think likely to happen, and tell me beforehand what is proper to be done, that no more time may be lost. I hate the dog for making his court in such a manner.
I am very sorry you have had occasion to remove your premier minister. We are told now, we shall have no change in ours, and that the duke of Shrewsbury will perfectly reconcile all matters. I am sure you will not believe this any more than I do; but the dragon has been more cheerful than usual for three or four days; and therefore people conclude the breaches are healed. I rather incline to the opinion of those who say he is to be made a duke, and to have a pension. Another reason given why there is to be no change is, because the parliament was not adjourned to issue new writs in the room of those who were to come in upon the new scheme, that they might sit in the house at the next meeting. But I cannot see why an adjournment may not do as well at the beginning, as at the end of a session; and certainly it will displease less in January or February, ​than it would have done in July. The whigs give out the duke of Marlborough is coming over, and his house is actually now fitting up at St. James's. We have had more variety of lies of late than ever I remember. The history we were formerly talking of, would swell to a prodigious size, if it was carried on. There was a fire last night on Towerhill, that burnt down forty or fifty houses. You say nothing of coming to town. I hope you do not mean to steal away to Ireland without seeing us.
* ↑ Dr. Swift was at this time in Berkshire.
* ↑ Barber.
* ↑ This was a pamphlet entitled, "Thoughts on the Present State of Affairs." The queen's death prevented the publication of it in those times. It never appeared until the year 1741.
* ↑ The earl of Oxford.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Charles Ford to Jonathan Swift - 4

FROM CHARLES FORD, ESQ.
LONDON, JULY 17, 1714.
A SECOND to morrow is almost past, and nothing has been yet left at St. Dunstan's. B. will lose by his prodigious cunning; but that is nothing to the punishment he deserves. Had it been only his fear, he would have chosen somebody else to consult with; but the rogue found out it was well written, and saw the passages that galled. I am heartily vext at the other person from whom one might have expected a more honourable proceeding. There is something very mean in his desiring to make alterations, when I am sure he has no reason to complain, and is at least as fairly dealt with as his competitor. Besides, a great part of it is as much for his service as if he had given directions himself to have it done. What ​relates to the pretender is of the utmost use to him; and therefore I am as much surprised at his delay, as at his ungenerous manner of treating an unknown author, to whom he is so much obliged. But perhaps I may wrong him, and he would not desire to turn the whole to his own advantage. If it had come to me yesterday, or to day, I was resolved to have sent it to some other printer without any amendment; but now I shall wait till I have your directions. I wish you had employed somebody else at first; but what signifies wishing now? After what B. writ in his last, I can hardly think he will be such a —— as not to let me have it: and in my answer I have given him all manner of encouragement to do it. He has as much assurance as he can well desire, that the alterations shall be complied with, and a positive promise that it shall be returned to him the same day he leaves it at St. Dunstan's.
I cannot imagine why we have no mischief yet. Sure we are not to be disappointed at last, after the bustle that has been made. It is impossible they can ever agree, and I want something to make my letters still entertaining. I doubt you will hardly thank me for them, now the parliament is up; but as soon as any thing happens you shall know it.
​The queen has not yet appointed the time for removing to Windsor. My lord chief baron Ward is dead, and we have already named seven successors, among whom is our lord chancellor Phipps. Frank Annesley was to have had his place under my lord Anglesey, so that it is well for him we have provided him with another for life.
* ↑ Barber.
* ↑ Lord Bolingbroke.
* ↑ Lord Oxford.
* ↑ Barber.
* ↑ See two other letters from Mr. Ford, on the subject of this pamphlet, July 22 and 24. It is plain, however, by Mr. Barber's letter of July 6, that he knew the real author of the pamphlet. He tells Dr. Swift, "I have shown it only to one person, who is charmed with it, and will make some small alterations and additions to it, with your leave. You will the easier give leave, when I tell you that it is one of the best pens in England."
* ↑ Lord Oxford and Bolingbroke.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Charles Ford to Jonathan Swift - 7

FROM CHARLES FORD, ESQ.
LONDON, JULY 24, 1714.
WE expected the grand affair would have been done yesterday, and now every body agrees it will be to night. The bishop of London, lord Bathurst, Mr. Bridges, sir William Wyndham, and Campion, are named for commissioners of the treasury; but I have not sufficient authority for you to depend upon it. They talk of the duke of Ormond for our lord lieutenant. I cannot get the pamphlet back. What shall I do? I wish you would send me the other copy. My lord Anglesey goes next Monday to Ireland. I hear he is only angry with the chancellor, and not at all with the captain.