The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... thing pleasing , it will be that by which I am most defirous to please , the Truth and the Sen- timent ; and if any thing offensive , it will be only to { ( 4 ) those I am least sorry to * B2.
... thing pleasing , it will be that by which I am most defirous to please , the Truth and the Sen- timent ; and if any thing offensive , it will be only to { ( 4 ) those I am least sorry to * B2.
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... things another's modest wishes bound , My Friendship , and a Prologue , and ten pound . Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his Grace , " I want a Patron ; ask him for a Place . " Pitholeon libell'd me- " but here's a letter " Informs ...
... things another's modest wishes bound , My Friendship , and a Prologue , and ten pound . Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his Grace , " I want a Patron ; ask him for a Place . " Pitholeon libell'd me- " but here's a letter " Informs ...
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... things . I'd never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; 76 Keep close to Ears , and those let asses prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the secret pass , That secret to each fool ...
... things . I'd never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; 76 Keep close to Ears , and those let asses prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the secret pass , That secret to each fool ...
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... things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there . Were others angry : I excus'd them too ; Well might they rage , I gave them but their due . 175 : : : As man's true merit ' tis not hard to find ...
... things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there . Were others angry : I excus'd them too ; Well might they rage , I gave them but their due . 175 : : : As man's true merit ' tis not hard to find ...
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... thing of silk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Afs's milk ? Satire or sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks and ...
... thing of silk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Afs's milk ? Satire or sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks and ...
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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...