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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 : 110
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend , And more abusive , calls himself ...
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 : 110
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend , And more abusive , calls himself ...
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Late as it is , I put myself to school , And feel some v comfort , not to be a fool . w
Weak tho I am of limb , and short of light , Far from a Lynx , and not a Giant quite ;
50 I'll do what Mead and Chefelden advife , To keep these limbs , and to ...
Late as it is , I put myself to school , And feel some v comfort , not to be a fool . w
Weak tho I am of limb , and short of light , Far from a Lynx , and not a Giant quite ;
50 I'll do what Mead and Chefelden advife , To keep these limbs , and to ...
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Or say our Fathers never broke a rule ; Why then , I say , the Public is a fool . But
let them own , that greater Faults than we 95 They had , and greater Virtues , I'll
agree . Spenfer himfelf affects the · Obfolete , And Sydney's verse halts ill on ...
Or say our Fathers never broke a rule ; Why then , I say , the Public is a fool . But
let them own , that greater Faults than we 95 They had , and greater Virtues , I'll
agree . Spenfer himfelf affects the · Obfolete , And Sydney's verse halts ill on ...
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If such the plague and pains to write by rule , 180 Better ( say I ) be pleas'd , and
play the fool ; Call , if you will , bad rhiming a disease , It gives men happiness , or
leaves them ease . . : Notes . But there is a set of fill lower Creatures than these ...
If such the plague and pains to write by rule , 180 Better ( say I ) be pleas'd , and
play the fool ; Call , if you will , bad rhiming a disease , It gives men happiness , or
leaves them ease . . : Notes . But there is a set of fill lower Creatures than these ...
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I die in charity with fool and knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the grave . I'
ve had my Purgatory here betimes , 5 And paid for all my satires , all my rhymes .
The Poet's hell , its tortures , fiends , and Aames , To this were trifles , toys and ...
I die in charity with fool and knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the grave . I'
ve had my Purgatory here betimes , 5 And paid for all my satires , all my rhymes .
The Poet's hell , its tortures , fiends , and Aames , To this were trifles , toys and ...
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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.