Satires and EpistlesClarendon Press, 1881 - 164 Seiten |
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... ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face ? 70 80 A. Good friend forbear ! you deal in dangʼrous things , I'd never name queens , ministers , or kings ; Keep close to ears , and those let asses prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they ...
... ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face ? 70 80 A. Good friend forbear ! you deal in dangʼrous things , I'd never name queens , ministers , or kings ; Keep close to ears , and those let asses prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they ...
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... Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head , And St. John's self , great Dryden's friends before , With open arms ... ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a ...
... Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head , And St. John's self , great Dryden's friends before , With open arms ... ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a ...
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... ev'n fools , by flatterers besieged , And so obliging , that he ne'er oblig'd ; Like Cato , give his little senate laws , And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish ...
... ev'n fools , by flatterers besieged , And so obliging , that he ne'er oblig'd ; Like Cato , give his little senate laws , And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish ...
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... ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft Dedication all day long , Horace and he went hand in hand in song . His library , where busts of poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head , Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his ...
... ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft Dedication all day long , Horace and he went hand in hand in song . His library , where busts of poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head , Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his ...
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... ev'ry coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curst be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give virtue scandal , innocence a fear , Or from the soft - ey'd virgin steal a tear ! But he who hurts a ...
... ev'ry coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curst be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give virtue scandal , innocence a fear , Or from the soft - ey'd virgin steal a tear ! But he who hurts a ...
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Seite 30 - Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Seite 125 - With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage: And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Seite 34 - A Cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust; Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Seite 25 - Nine years !" cries he, who high in Drury-lane, Lull'd by soft zephyrs through the broken pane, Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before term ends, Oblig'd by hunger and request of friends : " The piece, you think, is incorrect? why take it ; I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it.
Seite 24 - tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? 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 36 - 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 awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 52 - Be but great, With praise or infamy leave that to fate; Get place and wealth — if possible with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.
Seite 28 - I smiled ; if right, I kiss'd the rod. Pains, reading, study, are their just pretence, And all they want is spirit, taste, and sense.
Seite 33 - That Fop, whose pride affects a patron's name, Yet absent, wounds an author's honest fame: Who can your merit selfishly approve, And show the sense of it without the love...
Seite 146 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he ' had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.