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The dull , flat falsehood serves for policy ; And , in the cunning , truth itself's a lie : Unthought - of frailties cheat us in the wise ; The fool lies hid in inconsistencies . See the same man , in vigour , in the gout ; Alone , in ...
The dull , flat falsehood serves for policy ; And , in the cunning , truth itself's a lie : Unthought - of frailties cheat us in the wise ; The fool lies hid in inconsistencies . See the same man , in vigour , in the gout ; Alone , in ...
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Europe a woman , child , or dotard rule , 12 And just her wisest monarch made a fool ? Know , God and Nature only are the same : In man , the judgment shoots at flying game ; A bird of passage ! gone as soon as found , Now in the moon ...
Europe a woman , child , or dotard rule , 12 And just her wisest monarch made a fool ? Know , God and Nature only are the same : In man , the judgment shoots at flying game ; A bird of passage ! gone as soon as found , Now in the moon ...
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Search then the RULING PASSION : there , alone , The wild are constant , and the cunning known ; The fool consistent ... Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise : Born with whate'er could win it from the wise , Women and fools must ...
Search then the RULING PASSION : there , alone , The wild are constant , and the cunning known ; The fool consistent ... Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise : Born with whate'er could win it from the wise , Women and fools must ...
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... to forfeit it a thousand ways ; A constant bounty which no friend has made ; An angel tongue , which no man can persuade ; A fool , with more of wit than half mankind , Too rash for thought , for action too refined ; A tyrant to the ...
... to forfeit it a thousand ways ; A constant bounty which no friend has made ; An angel tongue , which no man can persuade ; A fool , with more of wit than half mankind , Too rash for thought , for action too refined ; A tyrant to the ...
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A fool to pleasure , yet a slave to fame : Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs , Now drinking citron with his grace and Chartres : Now conscience chills her , and now passion burns ; And atheism and religion take their turns ...
A fool to pleasure , yet a slave to fame : Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs , Now drinking citron with his grace and Chartres : Now conscience chills her , and now passion burns ; And atheism and religion take their turns ...
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Page 76 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 112 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 117 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; 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.
Page 105 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 67 - Young man, there is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
Page 87 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 59 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost...
Page 91 - Flood contain, The Mole projected break the roaring Main; Back to his bounds their subject Sea command, And roll obedient Rivers thro' the Land: These Honours, Peace to happy Britain brings, These are Imperial Works, and worthy Kings.
Page 132 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 112 - While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...