The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... juft at Dinner - time . Is there a Parfon , much be - mus'd in beer , A maudlin Poetefs , a rhyming Peer , A Clerk , foredoom'd his father's foul to cross , Who pens a Stanza when he should engross ? Is there , who , lock'd from ink and ...
... juft at Dinner - time . Is there a Parfon , much be - mus'd in beer , A maudlin Poetefs , a rhyming Peer , A Clerk , foredoom'd his father's foul to cross , Who pens a Stanza when he should engross ? Is there , who , lock'd from ink and ...
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... Juft fo immortal Mare held his head : " VARIATIONS . VER . 111. in the MS . For fong , for filence fome expect a bribe ; And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " Time , praise , or money , is the least they crave ; Yet each ...
... Juft fo immortal Mare held his head : " VARIATIONS . VER . 111. in the MS . For fong , for filence fome expect a bribe ; And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " Time , praise , or money , is the least they crave ; Yet each ...
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... juft pretence , And all they want is fpirit , tafte , and fenfe . Comma's and points they fet exactly right , And ' twere a fin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel grac'd these ribalds , From flashing Bentley down ...
... juft pretence , And all they want is fpirit , tafte , and fenfe . Comma's and points they fet exactly right , And ' twere a fin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel grac'd these ribalds , From flashing Bentley down ...
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... Juft writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little , yet has nothing left : 184 And He , who now to ...
... Juft writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little , yet has nothing left : 184 And He , who now to ...
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... Juft hint a fault , and hesitate diflike ; Alike referv'd to blame , or to commend , A tim'rous foe , and a fufpicious friend ; Dreading ev'n fools , by Flatterers befieg'd , And so obliging , that he ne'er oblig'd ; NOTES . 195 200 205 ...
... Juft hint a fault , and hesitate diflike ; Alike referv'd to blame , or to commend , A tim'rous foe , and a fufpicious friend ; Dreading ev'n fools , by Flatterers befieg'd , And so obliging , that he ne'er oblig'd ; NOTES . 195 200 205 ...
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Page 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 17 - 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 51 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Page 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Page 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Page 234 - 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 6 - 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 30 - 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 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Page 157 - 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.