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admire atque Author bear beauty becauſe better Character Court divine equal ev'n ev'ry eyes fame father fhall fhould fome fool force foul ftill fuch fure Genius give Gold grace grave half head hear heart himſelf honour Horace hurt imitation juft keep King Knave Lady laft land laugh Laws learned live look Lord mean merit mind moral Nature never NOTES o'er once Original pleaſe Poet poor praiſe proud quae Queen quid quod rich ridicule Satire ſhall tell thefe theſe thing thoſe thought thro tibi true Truth turn verfe Verſe Vice Virtue whofe whole whoſe wife writ write
Strona 5 - Friend to my life, (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove?
Strona 17 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Strona 24 - Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head or the corrupted heart, Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
Strona 231 - 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.
Strona 5 - 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.
Strona 16 - 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...
Strona 29 - 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.
Strona 155 - 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.
Strona 23 - 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 game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence...