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386 Yet why ? that Father held it for a rule , It was a fin 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 ...
386 Yet why ? that Father held it for a rule , It was a fin 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 ...
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60 Be furious , envious , flothful , mad , or drunk , c Slave to a Wife , or Vaffal to a
Punk , A Switz , a High - dutch , or a Low - dutch Bear ; All that we ask is but a
patient Ear . e ' Tis the firft Virtue , Vices to abhor ; And the first Wisdom , to be
Fool ...
60 Be furious , envious , flothful , mad , or drunk , c Slave to a Wife , or Vaffal to a
Punk , A Switz , a High - dutch , or a Low - dutch Bear ; All that we ask is but a
patient Ear . e ' Tis the firft Virtue , Vices to abhor ; And the first Wisdom , to be
Fool ...
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... the House was up , delighted fate , Heard , noted , answer'd , as in full debate :
In all but this , a man of sober life , Fond of his Friend , and civil to his Wife ; Not
quite a mad - man , tho ' a pasty fell , 190 And much too wise to walk into a well .
... the House was up , delighted fate , Heard , noted , answer'd , as in full debate :
In all but this , a man of sober life , Fond of his Friend , and civil to his Wife ; Not
quite a mad - man , tho ' a pasty fell , 190 And much too wise to walk into a well .
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He tells what strumpet places sells for life , What ' Squire his lands , what citizen
his wife : And last ( which proves him wiser still than all ) 150 What Lady's face is
not a whited wall . As one of Woodward's patients , fick , and fore , I'puke , I ...
He tells what strumpet places sells for life , What ' Squire his lands , what citizen
his wife : And last ( which proves him wiser still than all ) 150 What Lady's face is
not a whited wall . As one of Woodward's patients , fick , and fore , I'puke , I ...
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Let modest Foster , if he will , excell Ten Metropolitans in preaching well ; A
simple Quaker , or a Quaker's Wife , Out - do Landaffe in Doctrine ; -yea in Life :
Let humble ALLEN , with an aukward Shame , 135 Do good by stealth , and
blush to ...
Let modest Foster , if he will , excell Ten Metropolitans in preaching well ; A
simple Quaker , or a Quaker's Wife , Out - do Landaffe in Doctrine ; -yea in Life :
Let humble ALLEN , with an aukward Shame , 135 Do good by stealth , and
blush to ...
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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.