The Monk

by Matthew Gregory Lewis

She was wise enough to hold her tongue. As this is the only instance known of a Woman's ever having done so, it was judged worthy to be recorded here.

He dismissed them with an air of conscious superiority in which Humility's semblance combated with the reality of pride.

But such is Man! His partial hand Unnumbered favours writes on sand, But stamps one little fault on solid lasting stone.

to enter the lists of literature is wilfully to expose yourself to the arrows of neglect, ridicule, envy, and disappointment.

He trusted easily to be forgiven so slight and natural a deviation from his vows: But He forgot that having pronounced those vows, Incontinence, in Laymen the most venial of errors, became in his person the most heinous of crimes.

it only made him more anxious to deprive her of that quality which formed her principal charm.

The perusal of this story was ill-calculated to dispel Antonia's melancholy.

Great Heaven! How frail thy creature Man is made! How by himself insensibly betrayed! In our own strength unhappily secure, Too little cautious of the adverse power, On pleasure's flowery brink we idly stray, Masters as yet of our returning way: Till the strong gusts of raging passion rise, Till the dire Tempest mingles earth and skies, And swift into the boundless Ocean borne, Our foolish confidence too late we mourn:

the Book;

Necronomicon, obvs