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1$ F, d I'd write no more. P. Not write ? but then I think, • And for my soul I cannot
sleep a wink. Notes. Ver. 7. livirous by nature , of the Rich in awe,] The delicacy of
this does not so much lie in the ironical application of it to himself, as in its ...
1$ F, d I'd write no more. P. Not write ? but then I think, • And for my soul I cannot
sleep a wink. Notes. Ver. 7. livirous by nature , of the Rich in awe,] The delicacy of
this does not so much lie in the ironical application of it to himself, as in its ...
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I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F.
You could not do a worse thing for your life . 15 Why , if the nights seem tedious --
take a Wife : f Or rather truly , if your point be reft , Lettuce and cowflip - wine ...
I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F.
You could not do a worse thing for your life . 15 Why , if the nights seem tedious --
take a Wife : f Or rather truly , if your point be reft , Lettuce and cowflip - wine ...
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Much do I suffer , much , to keep in peace This jealous , walpith , wrong - head ,
rhiming race ; And much must flatter , if the wbim should bite To court applause
by printing what I write : 150 But let the Fit pass o'er , I'm wise enough , To stop
my ...
Much do I suffer , much , to keep in peace This jealous , walpith , wrong - head ,
rhiming race ; And much must flatter , if the wbim should bite To court applause
by printing what I write : 150 But let the Fit pass o'er , I'm wise enough , To stop
my ...
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Rams , and flings now are filly battery , Pistolets are the best artillery , And they
who write to Lords , rewards to get , Are they not like fingers at doors for meat ?
And they who write , because all write , have still That ' scuse for writing , and for ...
Rams , and flings now are filly battery , Pistolets are the best artillery , And they
who write to Lords , rewards to get , Are they not like fingers at doors for meat ?
And they who write , because all write , have still That ' scuse for writing , and for ...
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These write to Lords , some mean reward to get , As needy beggars sing at doors
for meat . 26 Those write because all write , and fo have still Excuse for writing ,
and for writing ill . Wretched indeed ! but far more wretched yet Is he who makes ...
These write to Lords , some mean reward to get , As needy beggars sing at doors
for meat . 26 Those write because all write , and fo have still Excuse for writing ,
and for writing ill . Wretched indeed ! but far more wretched yet Is he who makes ...
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Seite 5 - 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?
Seite 255 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Seite 17 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 24 - Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head or the corrupted heart, Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
Seite 231 - 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.
Seite 5 - 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.
Seite 16 - 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...
Seite 29 - 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.
Seite 155 - 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.
Seite 23 - 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. Whether in florid impotence...