The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... might plead in mitigation of the offence , nothing but their being grave Epiftles could justify the attack . VER . 152. F. Indeed ? ] Hor . Solventur rifu tabulae . See Libels , Satires - here you have it - 54 IMITATIONS Book II .
... might plead in mitigation of the offence , nothing but their being grave Epiftles could justify the attack . VER . 152. F. Indeed ? ] Hor . Solventur rifu tabulae . See Libels , Satires - here you have it - 54 IMITATIONS Book II .
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Alexander Pope. See Libels , Satires - here you have it - read . P. " Libels and Satires ! lawless things indeed ! 150 But grave Epiftles , bringing Vice to light , Such as a King might read , a Bishop write , Such as Sir ROBERT would ...
Alexander Pope. See Libels , Satires - here you have it - read . P. " Libels and Satires ! lawless things indeed ! 150 But grave Epiftles , bringing Vice to light , Such as a King might read , a Bishop write , Such as Sir ROBERT would ...
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... See Modeft Cibber now has left the Stage : Our Gen'rals now , retir'd to their Eftates , 4 Hang their old Trophies o'er the Garden gates , In Life's cool Ev'ning fatiate of Applause , 5 II Nore fond of bleeding , ev'n in BRUNSWICK's ...
... See Modeft Cibber now has left the Stage : Our Gen'rals now , retir'd to their Eftates , 4 Hang their old Trophies o'er the Garden gates , In Life's cool Ev'ning fatiate of Applause , 5 II Nore fond of bleeding , ev'n in BRUNSWICK's ...
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... See him , with pains of body , pangs of soul , 60 65 Burn through the Tropic , freeze beneath the Pole ! Wilt thou do nothing for a nobler end , Nothing , to make Philosophy thy friend ? NOTES . 7༠ this has all the spirit , it has not ...
... See him , with pains of body , pangs of soul , 60 65 Burn through the Tropic , freeze beneath the Pole ! Wilt thou do nothing for a nobler end , Nothing , to make Philosophy thy friend ? NOTES . 7༠ this has all the spirit , it has not ...
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... See Ward by batter'd Beaus invited over , And defp'rate Mifery lays hold on Dover . The cafe is easier in the Mind's disease ; There all Men may be cur'd , whene'er they please . 55 Quaere fugam morbi . * vis recte vivere ? quis Ep . VI ...
... See Ward by batter'd Beaus invited over , And defp'rate Mifery lays hold on Dover . The cafe is easier in the Mind's disease ; There all Men may be cur'd , whene'er they please . 55 Quaere fugam morbi . * vis recte vivere ? quis Ep . VI ...
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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.