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talesofpassingtime · 4 months
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame, The people’s praise, if always praise unmixt? And what the people but a herd confus’d, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and well weigh’d, scare worth the praise, They praise and they admire they know not what; And know not whom, but as one leads the other; And what delight to be by such extoll’d, To live upon their tongues and be thir talk, Of whom to be disprais’d were no small praise?
— John Milton, Paradise Regained  
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tobacconist · 1 year
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“I am of this opinion that our own tung should be written cleane and pure, unmixt and unmangeled with borowing of other tunges; wherein if we take not heed by tiim, ever borowing and never paying, she shall be fain to keep her house as bankrupt.” - one john cheke
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noanswersingenesis · 7 years
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Josephus
4. Now Abram dwelt near the oak called Ogyges: the place belongs to Canaan, not far from the city of Hebron. But being uneasy at his wife’s barrenness, he intreated God to grant that he might have male issue: and God required of him to be of good courage, and said, that he would add to all the rest of the benefits that he had bestowed upon him, ever since he led him out of Mesopotamia, the gift of children. [About An. 1950] Accordingly Sarai, at God’s command, brought to his bed one of her hand-maidens, a woman of Egyptian descent, in order to obtain children by her: and when this handmaid was with child, she triumphed, and ventured to affront Sarai; as if the dominion were to come to a son to be born of her. But when Abram resigned her into the hands of Sarai, to punish her, she contrived to fly away; as not able to bear the instances of Sarai’s severity to her; and she intreated God to have compassion on her. Now a divine Angel met her, as she was going forward in the wilderness; and bid her return to her master and mistress; for if she would submit to that wise advice, she should live better hereafter: for that the reason of her being in such a miserable case was this, that she had been ungrateful and arrogant towards her mistress. He also told her, that if she disobeyed God, and went on still in her way, she should perish; but if she would return back, she should become the mother of a son, who should reign over that country. These admonitions she obeyed, and returned to her master and mistress, and obtained forgiveness. A little while afterwards, she bare Ismael; which may be interpreted Heard of God: because God had heard his mother’s prayer. 5. The forementioned son was born to Abram when he was eighty six years old. But when he was ninety nine, God appeared to him, and promised him, that he should have a son by Sarai; and commanded that his name should be Isaac: and shewed him that from this son should spring great nations and Kings; and that they should obtain all the land of Canaan by war, from Sidon to Egypt. But he charged him, in order to keep his posterity unmixt with others, that they should be circumcised in the flesh of their foreskin; and that this should be done on the eighth day after they were born. The reason of which circumcision I will explain in another place. And Abram enquiring also concerning Ismael, whether he should live or not; God signified to him, that he should live to be very old, and should be the father of great nations. Abram therefore gave thanks to God for these blessings; and then he, and all his family, and his son Ismael were circumcised immediately; the son being that day thirteen years of age, and he ninety nine.
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mostly-history · 6 years
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The classical scholar Sir John Cheke, a man fluent in Latin and Greek and one of the most learned men of his day, was another to take up the cause of defending the Anglo-Saxon language: 'I am of the opinion that our own tung should be written cleane and pure, unmixt and unmangeled with the borowing of other tunges.' Cheke produced an edition of the gospel 'According to St Matthew...translated from the Greek' (1550), which was obsessive in its rejection of the Latin original, replacing words such as 'crucified' with 'crossed', 'prophet' with 'foresayer', and 'parable' with 'byword'. Cheke's fate was not to be a happy one.  The man who had been made professor of Greek at Cambridge by Henry VIII, as well as tutor to his son Edward, had no more power to quench the 'inkhorn' words than he had to fight the changes that came with the accession of Mary I, in 1553.  Strongly Protestant, Cheke was imprisoned that year, but was released in 1554 and permitted to go abroad.  He was rearrested in 1556 and imprisoned in the Tower of London.  Forced to denounce his Protestant beliefs, he is said to have died of shame.  Cheke is held to have written some of the best plain prose of his time, and noted for his phonetic spelling.  However, it is for his classical translations that he is most respected.
“The Story of English: How an Obscure Dialect Became the World's Most-Spoken Language”
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talesofpassingtime · 7 months
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame, The people’s praise, if always praise unmixt? And what the people but a herd confus’d, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and well weigh’d, scare worth the praise, They praise and they admire they know not what; And know not whom, but as one leads the other; And what delight to be by such extoll’d, To live upon their tongues and be thir talk, Of whom to be disprais’d were no small praise?
— John Milton, Paradise Regained 
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talesofpassingtime · 8 months
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame, The people’s praise, if always praise unmixt? And what the people but a herd confus’d, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and well weigh’d, scare worth the praise, They praise and they admire they know not what; And know not whom, but as one leads the other; And what delight to be by such extoll’d, To live upon their tongues and be thir talk, Of whom to be disprais’d were no small praise?
— John Milton, Paradise Regained 
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talesofpassingtime · 10 months
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame, The people’s praise, if always praise unmixt? And what the people but a herd confus’d, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and well weigh’d, scare worth the praise, They praise and they admire they know not what; And know not whom, but as one leads the other; And what delight to be by such extoll’d, To live upon their tongues and be thir talk, Of whom to be disprais’d were no small praise?
— John Milton, Paradise Regained    
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