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... and manners , which were scarce ever thought of till Mr. De Marivaux in France
, and Mr. Fielding in England introduced this fpecies of fable : and , by inriching it
with the best part of the comic art , may be said to have brought it so perfection .
... and manners , which were scarce ever thought of till Mr. De Marivaux in France
, and Mr. Fielding in England introduced this fpecies of fable : and , by inriching it
with the best part of the comic art , may be said to have brought it so perfection .
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Rams , and Nings 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 Nings 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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7 The thing hath travail d , and , faith , speaks all tongues , And only knoweth
what to all States belongs , Made of th ' accents , and best phrase of all these , He
speaks one language . If strange meats displease , Art can deceive , or hunger ...
7 The thing hath travail d , and , faith , speaks all tongues , And only knoweth
what to all States belongs , Made of th ' accents , and best phrase of all these , He
speaks one language . If strange meats displease , Art can deceive , or hunger ...
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45 This thing has traveld , speaks each language too , And knows what's fit for
every state to do Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join'd , He forms one
tongue , exotic and refin'd . Talkers I've learn'd to bear ; Motteux I knew , 50
Henley ...
45 This thing has traveld , speaks each language too , And knows what's fit for
every state to do Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join'd , He forms one
tongue , exotic and refin'd . Talkers I've learn'd to bear ; Motteux I knew , 50
Henley ...
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105 But random Praise -- the task can ne'er be done ; Each Mother asks it for her
booby Son , Each Widow alks it for the Best of Men , For him she weeps , and him
the weds agen . Praise cannot stoop , like Satire , to the ground ; 110 The ...
105 But random Praise -- the task can ne'er be done ; Each Mother asks it for her
booby Son , Each Widow alks it for the Best of Men , For him she weeps , and him
the weds agen . Praise cannot stoop , like Satire , to the ground ; 110 The ...
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Seite 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.