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When flattery glares , all hate it in a queen , While one there is who charms us with his spleen.5 But these plain characters we rarely find ; Though strong the bent , yet quick the turns of mind : Or puzzling contraries confound the ...
When flattery glares , all hate it in a queen , While one there is who charms us with his spleen.5 But these plain characters we rarely find ; Though strong the bent , yet quick the turns of mind : Or puzzling contraries confound the ...
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Must then at once ( the character to save ) The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave ? Alas ! in truth the man but changed his mind , Perhaps was sick , in love , or had not dined . Ask why from Britain Cæsar would retreat ?
Must then at once ( the character to save ) The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave ? Alas ! in truth the man but changed his mind , Perhaps was sick , in love , or had not dined . Ask why from Britain Cæsar would retreat ?
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That gay free - thinker , a fine talker once , What turns him now a stupid silent dunce ? Some god , or spirit , he has lately ... Manners with fortunes , humours turn with climes , Tenets with books , and principles with times . III .
That gay free - thinker , a fine talker once , What turns him now a stupid silent dunce ? Some god , or spirit , he has lately ... Manners with fortunes , humours turn with climes , Tenets with books , and principles with times . III .
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He'll shine Tully and a Wilmot too.17 Then turns repentant , and his God adores With the same spirit that he drinks and whores ; Enough if all around him but admire , And now the punk applaud , and now the friar .
He'll shine Tully and a Wilmot too.17 Then turns repentant , and his God adores With the same spirit that he drinks and whores ; Enough if all around him but admire , And now the punk applaud , and now the friar .
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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 ...
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 ...
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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...