The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be filent , and who will not lye : 30 To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I ...
... write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be filent , and who will not lye : 30 To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I ...
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... write a Journal , or he'll turn Divine . " Blefs me ! a packet.- " " Tis a ftranger fues , " A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Muse . " If I diflike it , " Furies , death and rage ! " If I approve , " Commend it to the Stage . " There ...
... write a Journal , or he'll turn Divine . " Blefs me ! a packet.- " " Tis a ftranger fues , " A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Muse . " If I diflike it , " Furies , death and rage ! " If I approve , " Commend it to the Stage . " There ...
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... write , and I am twice as tall ; But foes like thefe - P . One Flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all mad creatures , if the learn'd are right , 105 It is the flaver kills , and not the bite . A fool quite angry is quite innocent : IIO ...
... write , and I am twice as tall ; But foes like thefe - P . One Flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all mad creatures , if the learn'd are right , 105 It is the flaver kills , and not the bite . A fool quite angry is quite innocent : IIO ...
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... write ? what fin to me unknown Dipt me in ink , my parents ' , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lifp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , 125 No duty broke , no father ...
... write ? what fin to me unknown Dipt me in ink , my parents ' , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lifp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , 125 No duty broke , no father ...
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... writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who ftill wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little , yet has nothing left : 184 And He , who now to sense ...
... writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who ftill wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little , yet has nothing left : 184 And He , who now to sense ...
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Page 5 - Friend to my life, (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove?
Page 255 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Page 17 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 24 - Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head or the corrupted heart, Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
Page 231 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Page 5 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 16 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 29 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Page 155 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.
Page 23 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence...