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Men , some to bus ' ness , some to pleasure take ; But ev ' ry Woman is at heart a
rake : 216 Men , some to quiet , some to public strife , But ev ' ry lady would be
queen for life . Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens ! Pow ' r all their end ...
Men , some to bus ' ness , some to pleasure take ; But ev ' ry Woman is at heart a
rake : 216 Men , some to quiet , some to public strife , But ev ' ry lady would be
queen for life . Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens ! Pow ' r all their end ...
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But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state :
230 Proud as Apollo on his forked hill , Sate full - blown Bufo , puff ' d by ev ' ry
quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long , Horace and he went hand in hand in
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But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state :
230 Proud as Apollo on his forked hill , Sate full - blown Bufo , puff ' d by ev ' ry
quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long , Horace and he went hand in hand in
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Nor lets , like Nævius , ev ' ry error pass , Thc musty wine , foul cloth , or greasy
glass . Now hear what blessings temperance can bring : ( Thus said our friend ,
and what he said I sing ) First bealth : the stomach ( cramm ' d from ev ' ry dish , A
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Nor lets , like Nævius , ev ' ry error pass , Thc musty wine , foul cloth , or greasy
glass . Now hear what blessings temperance can bring : ( Thus said our friend ,
and what he said I sing ) First bealth : the stomach ( cramm ' d from ev ' ry dish , A
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In ev ' ry taste of foreign courts improv ' d , 141 • All , by the King ' s example , liv '
d and lov ' d . ' Then peers grew proud in horsemanship t excel , Newmarket ' s
glory rose , as Britain ' s fell ; The soldier breath ' d the gallantries of France , 145
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In ev ' ry taste of foreign courts improv ' d , 141 • All , by the King ' s example , liv '
d and lov ' d . ' Then peers grew proud in horsemanship t excel , Newmarket ' s
glory rose , as Britain ' s fell ; The soldier breath ' d the gallantries of France , 145
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... And lies to ev ' ry lord , in ev ' ry thing , Like a king ' s favorite or like a king .
These are the talents that adorn them all , From wicked Waters ev ' n to godly * *
Not more of Simony beneath black gowns , Not more of bastardy in heirs to
crowns .
... And lies to ev ' ry lord , in ev ' ry thing , Like a king ' s favorite or like a king .
These are the talents that adorn them all , From wicked Waters ev ' n to godly * *
Not more of Simony beneath black gowns , Not more of bastardy in heirs to
crowns .
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Página 134 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 127 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Página 134 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Página 133 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Página 138 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Página 128 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. 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?
Página 38 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Página 127 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay '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.
Página 131 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Página 172 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.