The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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Strona 156
... deridet , quam quod probat et veneratur . Nil moror " officium , quod me gravat : ac neque fict O In pejus vultu proponi cereus ufquam , Nec prave factis decorari verfibus opto : Ne rubeam pingui donatus munere , et una Cum fcriptore ...
... deridet , quam quod probat et veneratur . Nil moror " officium , quod me gravat : ac neque fict O In pejus vultu proponi cereus ufquam , Nec prave factis decorari verfibus opto : Ne rubeam pingui donatus munere , et una Cum fcriptore ...
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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.
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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.