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... grace A salmon's belly , Helluo , was thy fate ; The doctor call'd , declares all help too late . " C Mercy ! ' cries Helluo , mercy on my soul ! 240 Is there no hope ? -Alas ! —then bring the jowl . ' The frugal Crone , whom praying ...
... grace A salmon's belly , Helluo , was thy fate ; The doctor call'd , declares all help too late . " C Mercy ! ' cries Helluo , mercy on my soul ! 240 Is there no hope ? -Alas ! —then bring the jowl . ' The frugal Crone , whom praying ...
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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 : 60 Now Conscience chills her , and now Passion burns , 22 Epist . II . MORAL ESSAYS .
... 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 : 60 Now Conscience chills her , and now Passion burns , 22 Epist . II . MORAL ESSAYS .
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... Grace ) Cries , Ah ! how charming if there's no such place ! ' Or who in sweet vicissitude appears Of mirth and opium , ratafie and tears , The daily anodyne and nightly draught , 110 To kill those foes to fair ones , Time and Thought ...
... Grace ) Cries , Ah ! how charming if there's no such place ! ' Or who in sweet vicissitude appears Of mirth and opium , ratafie and tears , The daily anodyne and nightly draught , 110 To kill those foes to fair ones , Time and Thought ...
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... grace of Heav'n or token of th ' elect ; Giv'n to the fool , the mad , the vain , the evil , 16 To Ward , to Waters , Chartres , and the devil . 20 B. What nature wants commodious gold be- stows , ' Tis thus we eat the bread another ...
... grace of Heav'n or token of th ' elect ; Giv'n to the fool , the mad , the vain , the evil , 16 To Ward , to Waters , Chartres , and the devil . 20 B. What nature wants commodious gold be- stows , ' Tis thus we eat the bread another ...
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... grace will game : to White's a bull be led , With spurning heels and with a butting head ; To White's be carry'd , as to ancient games , Fair coursers , vases , and alluring dames . Shall then Uxorio , if the stakes he sweep , Bear home ...
... grace will game : to White's a bull be led , With spurning heels and with a butting head ; To White's be carry'd , as to ancient games , Fair coursers , vases , and alluring dames . Shall then Uxorio , if the stakes he sweep , Bear home ...
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Page 132 - 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 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Page 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; 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 load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 126 - 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 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Page 125 - 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 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.