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... best . In equal Scales a Friend well - natur'd weighs ( As fit ) each Deed that merits Blame or Praife , And is to thefe , if thefe prevail , inclin'd , If he , belov'd , would like Indulgence find . 9 Be sure to spare the Freckles of ...
... best . In equal Scales a Friend well - natur'd weighs ( As fit ) each Deed that merits Blame or Praife , And is to thefe , if thefe prevail , inclin'd , If he , belov'd , would like Indulgence find . 9 Be sure to spare the Freckles of ...
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... best and the most perfect , who acts by forgiving Errors , as if he was continually committing them ; and yet abftains from Faults , as if he never pardoned them . ' And afterwards : We ' fhould ever keep in Remembrance the Maxim of ...
... best and the most perfect , who acts by forgiving Errors , as if he was continually committing them ; and yet abftains from Faults , as if he never pardoned them . ' And afterwards : We ' fhould ever keep in Remembrance the Maxim of ...
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... best of Tutors , kept his Eye O'er all my Teachers , and was ever nigh . Hence Modefty I learn'd , the very Grace Of Virtue : Hence I learn'd , of all that's base To be in Thought no less than Action clear : Nor did he from the World ...
... best of Tutors , kept his Eye O'er all my Teachers , and was ever nigh . Hence Modefty I learn'd , the very Grace Of Virtue : Hence I learn'd , of all that's base To be in Thought no less than Action clear : Nor did he from the World ...
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... best To take ; but then at Night I cannot rest . TREBATIUS . I Let thofe , who wish to sleep profoundly , 1 swim , With Oil anointed , thrice o'er Tiber's Stream , Or foak their Clay with Bumpers every Night : But if , whate'er I fay ...
... best To take ; but then at Night I cannot rest . TREBATIUS . I Let thofe , who wish to sleep profoundly , 1 swim , With Oil anointed , thrice o'er Tiber's Stream , Or foak their Clay with Bumpers every Night : But if , whate'er I fay ...
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... fcorns the Poet's Lays ; It is to History he trufts for Praise . FRIEND . Better be Cibber , I'll maintain it ftill , Than ridicule all Taste , blafpheme Quadrille , Abufe Abuse the City's best good Friends in Metre , And BOOK II . 117.
... fcorns the Poet's Lays ; It is to History he trufts for Praise . FRIEND . Better be Cibber , I'll maintain it ftill , Than ridicule all Taste , blafpheme Quadrille , Abufe Abuse the City's best good Friends in Metre , And BOOK II . 117.
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Page 121 - 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. To Virtue only and her friends a friend, The world beside may murmur, or commend.
Page 119 - My head and heart thus flowing through 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 83 - Thus having said, the gallant chiefs alight, Their hands they join, their mutual faith they plight ; Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought resign'd, (Jove warm'd his bosom, and enlarged his mind,) For Diomed's brass arms, of mean device, For which nine oxen paid, (a vulgar price,) He gave his own, of gold divinely wrought," A hundred beeves the shining purchase bought.
Page 118 - In me what spots (for spots I have) appear, Will prove at least the medium must be clear. In this impartial glass, my muse intends Fair to expose myself, my foes, my friends; Publish the present age; but where my text Is vice too high, reserve it for the next: My foes shall wish my life a longer date, And every friend the less lament my fate.
Page 120 - What? arm'd for virtue when I point the pen, Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men; Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ; Can there be wanting, to defend her cause, Lights of the Church, or guardians of the laws ? no Could pension'd Boileau lash in honest strain Flatt'rers and bigots ev'n in Louis
Page 121 - There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 226 - tis ftrange, dear fir, that this fhould be In you amufement, but a fault in me. All this is bare refining on a name, To make a difference where the fault's the fame. My father fold me to your fervice here, For this fine livery, and four pounds a year.
Page 119 - But touch me, and no Minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to Ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Page 119 - Its proper power to hurt each creature feels; Bulls aim their horns, and asses lift their heels ; Tis a bear's talent not to kick, but hug; And no man wonders he's not stung by pug.
Page 227 - And while that world turns round, entire and whole, He keeps the facred tenor of his foul ; In every turn of fortune ftill the fame, As gold unchang'd, or brighter from the flame : Collefted in himfelf, with godlike pride, He fees the darts of envy glance afide ; And, fix'd like Atlas, while the tempefts blow, Smiles at the idle ftorms that roar below.