Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, H. Lintot, J. and R. Tonson, and S. Draper, 1751 |
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... Truth and the Sentiment ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to thofe I am leaft forry to offend , the vicious or the ungenerous . Many will know their own pictures in it , there be- ing not a circumstance but what is true ...
... Truth and the Sentiment ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to thofe I am leaft forry to offend , the vicious or the ungenerous . Many will know their own pictures in it , there be- ing not a circumstance but what is true ...
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... proceeding , any abuse may be directed at any man , no injury can poffibly be done by mine , fince a name- lefs Character can never be found out , but by its truth and likeness . P. EPISTLE то Dr. ARBUTHNOT . An Apology for himself and.
... proceeding , any abuse may be directed at any man , no injury can poffibly be done by mine , fince a name- lefs Character can never be found out , but by its truth and likeness . P. EPISTLE то Dr. ARBUTHNOT . An Apology for himself and.
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... Truth or Innocence . Curft be the verfe , how well fo e'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe ; Give Virtue fcandal , Innocence d fear , Or from the Joft - ey'd virgin fteal a tear . ( Sentiments , which no efforts of ...
... Truth or Innocence . Curft be the verfe , how well fo e'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe ; Give Virtue fcandal , Innocence d fear , Or from the Joft - ey'd virgin fteal a tear . ( Sentiments , which no efforts of ...
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... truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The Queen of Midas flept , and fo may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule , No creature fmarts fo little as a fool . Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou ...
... truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The Queen of Midas flept , and fo may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule , No creature fmarts fo little as a fool . Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou ...
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... truth excuse , I had it from my Mother , not the Muse . Happy , if he , in whom these frailties join'd , Had heir'd as well the virtues of the mind . a Curl fet up his head for a fign . b His Father was crooked .. < His Mother was much ...
... truth excuse , I had it from my Mother , not the Muse . Happy , if he , in whom these frailties join'd , Had heir'd as well the virtues of the mind . a Curl fet up his head for a fign . b His Father was crooked .. < His Mother was much ...
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Seite 39 - O Friend ! may each domeftic blifs be thine ! Be no unpleafing Melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of repofing Age, With lenient arts extend a Mother's breath, 410 Make Langour fmile, and fmooth the bed of Death, Explore the thought, explain the
Seite 13 - you let me know Great Homer dy'd three thoufand years ago. Why did I write ? what fin to me unknown 125 Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own ? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lifp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. VARIATIONS. After
Seite 9 - frantic wife elope, 25 And curfes Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle fong) What Drop or Noftrum can this plague remove ? Or which muft end me, a Fool's wrath or love
Seite 10 - And drop at laft, but in unwilling ears, 39' This faving counfel, " Keep your piece nine years." Nine years ! cries he, who high in Drury-lane, Lull'd by foft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane, Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before Term ends, Oblig'd by hunger, and requeft of friends: " The piece, you think, is incorrect? why take
Seite 38 - Born to no Pride, inheriting no Strife, Nor marrying Difcord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious thro' his age. 395 No Courts he faw, no fuits would ever try, Nor dar'd an Oath, nor hazarded a Lye. Un-learn'd, he knew no
Seite 26 - Above a Patron, tho' I condefcend 265 Sometimes to call a Miniiler my friend. I was not born for Courts or great affairs ; I pay my debts, believe, and fay my pray'rs ; Can ileep without a Poem in my head, Nor know, if Dennis be alive or dead.
Seite 15 - when by thefe approv'd ! Happier their author, when by thefe belov'd ! From thefe the world will judge of men and books, Not from the Burnets, Oldmixons, and Cooks. 146 Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure Defcription held the place of Senfe ? NOTES.
Seite 35 - j 365 If on a Pillory, or near a Throne, He gain his Prince's ear, or lofe his own. Yet foft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit : This dreaded Sat'rift Dennis will confefs 370 Foe to his pride, but friend to his
Seite 8 - can hide ? They pierce my thickets, thro' my Grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They flop the chariot, and they board the barge, io No place is facred, not the Church is free, Ev'n Sunday
Seite 20 - But wonder how the devil they got there. Were others angry : I excus'd them too ; Well might they rage, I gave them but their due. A man's true merit 'tis not hard to find; But each man's fecret ftandard in his mind, That