M. G. Lewis

The Monk


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       M. G. Lewis

      The Monk

      A Romance

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664190611

       PREFACE

       IMITATION OF HORACE Ep. 20.—B. 1.

       ADVERTISEMENT

       VOLUME I

       VOLUME II

       VOLUME III

       VOLUME I

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       VOLUME II

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       VOLUME III

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       Table of Contents

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      Methinks, Oh! vain ill-judging Book,

       I see thee cast a wishful look,

       Where reputations won and lost are

       In famous row called Paternoster.

       Incensed to find your precious olio

       Buried in unexplored port-folio,

       You scorn the prudent lock and key,

       And pant well bound and gilt to see

       Your Volume in the window set

       Of Stockdale, Hookham, or Debrett.

      Go then, and pass that dangerous bourn

       Whence never Book can back return:

       And when you find, condemned, despised,

       Neglected, blamed, and criticised,

       Abuse from All who read you fall,

       (If haply you be read at all

       Sorely will you your folly sigh at,

       And wish for me, and home, and quiet.

      Assuming now a conjuror's office, I

       Thus on your future Fortune prophesy:—

       Soon as your novelty is o'er,

       And you are young and new no more,

       In some dark dirty corner thrown,

       Mouldy with damps, with cobwebs strown,

       Your leaves shall be the Book-worm's prey;

       Or sent to Chandler-Shop away,

       And doomed to suffer public scandal,

       Shall line the trunk, or wrap the candle!

      But should you meet with approbation,

       And some one find an inclination

       To ask, by natural transition

       Respecting me and my condition;

       That I am one, the enquirer teach,

       Nor very poor, nor very rich;

       Of passions strong, of hasty nature,

       Of graceless form and dwarfish stature;

       By few approved, and few approving;

       Extreme in hating and in loving;

      Abhorring all whom I dislike,

       Adoring who my fancy strike;

       In forming judgements never long,

       And for the most part judging wrong;

       In friendship firm, but still believing

       Others are treacherous and deceiving,

       And thinking in the present aera

       That Friendship is a pure chimaera:

       More passionate no creature living,

       Proud, obstinate, and unforgiving,

       But yet for those who kindness show,

       Ready through fire and smoke to go.

      Again, should it be asked your page,

       'Pray, what may be the author's age?'

       Your faults, no doubt, will make it clear,

       I scarce have seen my twentieth year,

       Which passed, kind Reader, on my word,

       While England's Throne held George the Third.

      Now then your venturous course pursue:

       Go, my delight! Dear Book, adieu!

      Hague,

       Oct. 28, 1794. M. G. L.

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