Art of Punning bishop black and white Blueskin's sharp penknife Bounce Brobdingnag Cæsar call'd character church church of England COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON court Dean dogs duke earl ECHO England English EPIGRAM ev'ry man round eyes Fourth Doctor GIBBS give Gog and Magog hand Hawcubites heart Houyhnhnm ibid Ireland Isaac Bickerstaff John justice king KIT-CAT CLUB ladies learned letter lord master Mohocks nation ne'er neighbours never night occasion parliament peers and parliament penknife hath set person poem poet Pope publick Pun-sibi pyed horses Quadrille queen reason Rule Second Doctor sent sharp penknife hath SHEPHERD sweet Molly Swift Tatlers thee thing Third Doctor thou thought thousand Tom D'Urfey town Verses viii whig Whiston white horses word writing xxii xxiii XXIV
Page 31 - Blest with each talent, and each art to please, 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, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise...
Page 158 - It is incredible to conceive the effect his writings have had on the town ; how many thousand follies they have either quite banished, or given a very great check to ; how much countenance they have added to virtue and religion ; how many people they have rendered happy, by...
Page 69 - HERE continueth to rot The Body of FRANCIS CHARTRES, Who with an INFLEXIBLE CONSTANCY, and INIMITABLE UNIFORMITY of Life, PERSISTED, In spite of AGE and INFIRMITIES, In the Practice of EVERY HUMAN VICE; Excepting PRODIGALITY and HYPOCRISY: His insatiable AVARICE exempted him from the first, His matchless IMPUDENCE from the second.
Page 157 - It must indeed be confessed that never man threw up his pen, under stronger temptations to have employed it longer. His reputation was at a greater height, than I believe ever any living author's was before him.
Page 33 - Calypso once each heart alarm'd, Aw'd without virtue, without beauty charm'd ; Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes, Less wit than mimic, more a wit than wise ; Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad ; Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create, As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.
Page 69 - He acquired, or more properly created, A MINISTERIAL ESTATE. He was the only person of his time Who could CHEAT without the mask of HONESTY, Retain his...
Page 34 - I knew Ardelia could not quote the best ; Who, like her mistress on Britannia's throne, Fights and subdues in quarrels not her own. To write their praise you but in vain essay ; Ev'n while you write, you take that praise away Light to the stars the sun does thus restore, But shines himself till they are seen no more.
Page 78 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Page 35 - See how the world its veterans rewards ! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards ; Fair to no purpose, artful to no end, Young without lovers, old without a friend ; A fop their passion, but their prize a sot, Alive ridiculous, and dead forgot ! Ah friend ! to dazzle let the vain design ; To raise the thought and touch the heart be thine!