The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... thing pleafing , it will be that by which I am moft defirous to please , the Truth and the Sen- timent ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to ( 4 ) those I am leaft forry to offend * B 2 ( 3 )
... thing pleafing , it will be that by which I am moft defirous to please , the Truth and the Sen- timent ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to ( 4 ) those I am leaft forry to offend * B 2 ( 3 )
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... things another's modest wishes bound , My Friendship , and a Prologue , and ten pound . Pitholeon fends to me : " You know his Grace , " I want a Patron ; afk him for a Place . " Pitholeon libell'd me- " but here's a letter દરે ...
... things another's modest wishes bound , My Friendship , and a Prologue , and ten pound . Pitholeon fends to me : " You know his Grace , " I want a Patron ; afk him for a Place . " Pitholeon libell'd me- " but here's a letter દરે ...
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... things . I'd never name Queens , Minifters , or Kings ; 76 Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the fecret pass , That fecret to each fool ...
... things . I'd never name Queens , Minifters , or Kings ; 76 Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the fecret pass , That fecret to each fool ...
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... things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there . Were others angry : I excus'd them too ; Well might they rage , I gave them but their due . As man's true merit ' tis not hard to find ; But each ...
... things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there . Were others angry : I excus'd them too ; Well might they rage , I gave them but their due . As man's true merit ' tis not hard to find ; But each ...
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... thing of filk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or fenfe , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? 306 P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that ftinks ...
... thing of filk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or fenfe , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? 306 P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that ftinks ...
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Strona 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.