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If it have any thing pleasing , it will be that by which I am moft defirous to please , the Truth and the Sentiment ; and if any thing offensive , it will be only to those I am least forry to offend , the vicious or the ungenerous .
If it have any thing pleasing , it will be that by which I am moft defirous to please , the Truth and the Sentiment ; and if any thing offensive , it will be only to those I am least forry to offend , the vicious or the ungenerous .
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Three things another's modest wishes bound , My Friendship , and a Prologue , and ten pound . Pitholeon fends to me : " You know his Grace , " I want a Patron ; afk him for a Place . " 50 Pitholeon libell'd me --- " but here's a letter ...
Three things another's modest wishes bound , My Friendship , and a Prologue , and ten pound . Pitholeon fends to me : " You know his Grace , " I want a Patron ; afk him for a Place . " 50 Pitholeon libell'd me --- " but here's a letter ...
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A.Good friend forbear ! you deal in dang'rous things . I'd never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; 76 Keep clofe to Ears , and those let affes prick , " Tis nothing --- P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ?
A.Good friend forbear ! you deal in dang'rous things . I'd never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; 76 Keep clofe to Ears , and those let affes prick , " Tis nothing --- P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ?
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Here , every thing concurs to make them run into one another . They both fpin ; not from the head [ reafon ] but from the guts [ paffions and prejudices ] and fuch a thread that can entangle none but creatures weaker than themselves .
Here , every thing concurs to make them run into one another . They both fpin ; not from the head [ reafon ] but from the guts [ paffions and prejudices ] and fuch a thread that can entangle none but creatures weaker than themselves .
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... of Veneration for Antiquity , became a real Pagan , raifed altars to Romulus , and facriñced to the Gods of Latium : in which he was followed by our countryman , Baxter , in every thing , but in the expence of his facrifices .
... of Veneration for Antiquity , became a real Pagan , raifed altars to Romulus , and facriñced to the Gods of Latium : in which he was followed by our countryman , Baxter , in every thing , but in the expence of his facrifices .
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Page 9 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Page 24 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 16 - Fed with soft Dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song. His library, where busts of poets dead...
Page 275 - 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 8 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. 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 29 - Yet why? that father held it for a rule, It was a sin to call our neighbour fool: That harmless mother thought no wife a whore: Hear this, and spare his family, James Moore! Unspotted names, and memorable long! If there be force in virtue, or in song.
Page 43 - My head and heart thus flowing thro' my quill, Verse-man or prose-man, term me which you will, Papist or Protestant, or both between, Like good Erasmus in an honest mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.
Page 12 - It is" the slaver kills, and not the bite. A fool quite angry is quite innocent : Alas ! 'tis ten times worse when they repent. One dedicates in high heroic prose, And ridicules beyond a hundred foes : One from all Grub-street will my fame defend, And, more abusive, calls himself my friend. This prints my letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud,
Page 31 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Page 9 - Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much." "Not, sir, if you revise it, and retouch.