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Alexander Pope. Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure
Description held the place of Sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme ,
A painted mistress , or a purling stream . 15 . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal
quill ...
Alexander Pope. Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure
Description held the place of Sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme ,
A painted mistress , or a purling stream . 15 . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal
quill ...
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P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks
and stings ; 310 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
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P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks
and stings ; 310 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
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shortly boys shall not play At span - counter , or blow - point , but shall pay Toll to
fome Courtier ; and wiser than all us , He knows what Lady is not painted . Thus
He with home meats cloyes me . I belch , spue , spit , Look pale and fickly , like a
...
shortly boys shall not play At span - counter , or blow - point , but shall pay Toll to
fome Courtier ; and wiser than all us , He knows what Lady is not painted . Thus
He with home meats cloyes me . I belch , spue , spit , Look pale and fickly , like a
...
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I Think he which made your Waxen garden , and Transported it from Italy , to
stand With us at London , Aouts our Courtiers ; for Just such gay painted things ,
which no fap , nor Notes . sublime . His impatience in this region of vice , is like
that of ...
I Think he which made your Waxen garden , and Transported it from Italy , to
stand With us at London , Aouts our Courtiers ; for Just such gay painted things ,
which no fap , nor Notes . sublime . His impatience in this region of vice , is like
that of ...
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And why not players ftrut in courtiers cloaths ? For these are actors too , as well
as thofe : Wants reach all states ; they beg but better dreft , And all is splendid
poverty at beft . 225 Painted for fight , and effenc'd for the smell , Like frigates
fraught ...
And why not players ftrut in courtiers cloaths ? For these are actors too , as well
as thofe : Wants reach all states ; they beg but better dreft , And all is splendid
poverty at beft . 225 Painted for fight , and effenc'd for the smell , Like frigates
fraught ...
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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.