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for the most part , spared their Names , and they may escape being laughed at , if
they please . I would have some of them know , it was owing to the request of the
learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed , that I make not as free use ...
for the most part , spared their Names , and they may escape being laughed at , if
they please . I would have some of them know , it was owing to the request of the
learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed , that I make not as free use ...
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Seiz ' d and ty ' d down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can ' t be filent , and who
will not lye : To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave ,
exceeds all Pow ' r of face . I sit with fad civility , I read With honest anguish ...
Seiz ' d and ty ' d down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can ' t be filent , and who
will not lye : To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave ,
exceeds all Pow ' r of face . I sit with fad civility , I read With honest anguish ...
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Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou únconcern ' d canst
hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall ' ry in convulsions hurld , Thou stand ' st
unshook amidst a bursting world . Notes . and importunity of indigent Scriblers ...
Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou únconcern ' d canst
hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall ' ry in convulsions hurld , Thou stand ' st
unshook amidst a bursting world . Notes . and importunity of indigent Scriblers ...
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... he ne ' er oblig ' d ; Like Cato , give his little Senate laws , And fit attentive to his
own applause ; 210 While Wits and Templars ev ' ry sentence raise , And wonder
with a foolish face of praise - - - Who but must laugh , if such a man there be ?
... he ne ' er oblig ' d ; Like Cato , give his little Senate laws , And fit attentive to his
own applause ; 210 While Wits and Templars ev ' ry sentence raise , And wonder
with a foolish face of praise - - - Who but must laugh , if such a man there be ?
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That not for Fame , but Virtue ' s better end , He stood the furious foe , the timid
friend , The damning critic , half approving wit , The coxcomb hit , or fearing to be
hit ; 345 Laugh ' d at the loss of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the ...
That not for Fame , but Virtue ' s better end , He stood the furious foe , the timid
friend , The damning critic , half approving wit , The coxcomb hit , or fearing to be
hit ; 345 Laugh ' d at the loss of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the ...
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admire againſt Alluding appear Author beauty beſt better called caſe cauſe character common Court Critics divine eſt ev'ry eyes fame Father fear firſt fool force gave genius give given Glory grace grave half head heart himſelf honour Horace imitation Italy juſt keep King land language laſt laugh Laws learned leſs live Lord manner mean mind moral moſt muſt nature never Notes once Original painted perſon pleaſe pleaſure poem Poet poetry poor Pope praiſe preſent quid quod reaſon rich ridicule rules ſaid ſame Satire ſay ſee ſeems ſenſe ſeveral ſhall ſhould ſome ſpirit ſtate ſtill ſuch taſte tell theſe thing thoſe thought true Truth turn uſe verſe Vice Virtue whole whoſe write
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Seite 8 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Seite 22 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 24 - Fed with soft Dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song. His library, where busts of poets dead...
Seite 271 - 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 7 - And curses 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?
Seite 27 - Yet why? that father held it for a rule, It was a sin to call our neighbour fool: That harmless mother thought no wife a whore: Hear this, and spare his family, James Moore! Unspotted names, and memorable long! If there be force in virtue, or in song.
Seite 41 - My head and heart thus flowing thro' my quill, Verse-man or prose-man, term me which you will, Papist or Protestant, or both between, Like good Erasmus in an honest mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.
Seite 10 - It is" the slaver kills, and not the bite. A fool quite angry is quite innocent : Alas ! 'tis ten times worse when they repent. One dedicates in high heroic prose, And ridicules beyond a hundred foes : One from all Grub-street will my fame defend, And, more abusive, calls himself my friend. This prints my letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud,
Seite 29 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Seite 8 - Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much." "Not, sir, if you revise it, and retouch.