The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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Page 155
... equal efforts of the fame great genius . There is one advantage indeed in Satire over Panegyric , which every body has taken notice of , that it is more readily received ; but this does not shew that it is more cafily written ...
... equal efforts of the fame great genius . There is one advantage indeed in Satire over Panegyric , which every body has taken notice of , that it is more readily received ; but this does not shew that it is more cafily written ...
Page 164
... Ibit eo , quo vis , qui zonam perdidit . for it was not . his poverty , but his lofs , that pushed him upon danger ; many being equal to the firft , who cannot " Prodigious well ; " his great Commander cry'd , 164 Book II . IMITATIONS.
... Ibit eo , quo vis , qui zonam perdidit . for it was not . his poverty , but his lofs , that pushed him upon danger ; many being equal to the firft , who cannot " Prodigious well ; " his great Commander cry'd , 164 Book II . IMITATIONS.
Page 173
... equal talents , thefe congenial fouls 125 One lull'd th ' Exchequer , and one stunn'd the Rolls ; Each had a gravity would make you split , And shook his head at Murray , as a Wit . 131 " ' Twas , Sir , your law " -- and " Sir , your ...
... equal talents , thefe congenial fouls 125 One lull'd th ' Exchequer , and one stunn'd the Rolls ; Each had a gravity would make you split , And shook his head at Murray , as a Wit . 131 " ' Twas , Sir , your law " -- and " Sir , your ...
Page 179
... equal measure of the Soul . NOTES : 205 Horace's madman took , agrees better with the subject of his Epiftle , which is Poetry ; and doubtless there were other beauties in it , which time has deprived us of . • Ac non verba fequi ...
... equal measure of the Soul . NOTES : 205 Horace's madman took , agrees better with the subject of his Epiftle , which is Poetry ; and doubtless there were other beauties in it , which time has deprived us of . • Ac non verba fequi ...
Page 181
... equal ease Confefs as well your Folly , as Disease ? The heart refolves this matter in a trice , " Men only feel the Smart , but not the Vice . " ▾ When golden Angels cease to cure the Evil , You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil ...
... equal ease Confefs as well your Folly , as Disease ? The heart refolves this matter in a trice , " Men only feel the Smart , but not the Vice . " ▾ When golden Angels cease to cure the Evil , You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil ...
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Page 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 17 - 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...
Page 51 - 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.
Page 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Page 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Page 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Page 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Page 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Page 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.